paroles de chanson I'll Be Back (Outro) - McGeorge.YNL

Yah
Yah (Mmm)
Yeah (It's SIXXJAY on the track, bring it back)

Move towards the future, don't hold me back
I want cars, I'm referring to Maybach
Time machine, I'm bringing my may back
Let's go way back, way back
Man I'm bringing the wave back
On the wave, now I feel like I'm Flapjack
I'll let you rhyme but you bringing the mic back
He ain't talking, he might need a mic check

All the cash and awards that they kept from me
But the heat is forever, it cares for me
My team want me to win and they pray for me
You can't fool me, I know how to smell phony
I don't like her, she can't even smile for me
Girl I'm back and she bringing that ass for me
My ex hoes are impressed and they ask for me
I know shawty you always gon blast for me

The booty, I grab, I hold
In the hood is a Glock, you tote
Gave me head and her mind, let's toast
She got bands, Chanel on her toes
Fuck the studies, let's go to the show
You don't want smoke and I know that fosho
Baguettes in her heart, she got stuck in the cold
I froze in her heart so the feelings ain't old

This shit ain't cheap, gotta watch for my soul
Jesus save me, I can't fight with my foes
I'm never sweating, it's only my clothes
And soon everybody be seeming like clones
It's THE MAC, Marty McFly
Can't be humble, I'm the next guy
Who got the guap? and mention nice guys
This is my bread, you ain't got no slice

In my head, it's all eyes on me
Bet you scared, I ain't tellin lies homie
If you ain't why you put a price on me?
In your hood, don't you act surprised on me-e-e-e