paroles de chanson BRING IT BACK - Mccandles feat. Daddy Trav

I just need a check yeah
I just need a bag
Yeah I need these racks
Tryna run em up real fast
Yeah I need a coupe with some digits on the dash
Yeah I'm with my brother and we tryna get a bag
3 point buck yeah bitch that's a stag
3 blue hundreds on me bitch and that's a bag
I don't give a fuck tell you that a matter fact
But at the same time yeah I told her bring it back
Bring it back baby

Bring it back
Bending back her legs now she looking like Dak
Told her like that, lil bitch it's like that
Hit him with the tax, lil bitch with the tactics
Yeah we out here with the bad shit
Pull up real deep on them banshees
Rough ryder type shit, DMX
You don't know my Damien
Shit get wicked
She get real wicked
Come through bitch you splig get wit I mean
Your wig get split
Sorry I come through on some extra
Triple x with that shit when shit get electric
She lovin' all that shit
I might need a camera
For the way I'm in your panties girl
Come through with that extra baby
We main character not extra girl
That shit different bout us
You know you see that shit bout us girl
You don't talk shit bout us
They try bout they don't get no shots up yeah

You don't really talk shit about us ay
I would not talk shit about us yeah
And the bitches love us so they shout us out
And why I don't give a fuck is cause we put it in her mouth
Where we from baby girl?
Yeah the dirty south
And it's ok I asked you yeah
If I could eat you out
But if I can't I take you down south
Not with my mouth ay
But anyway scratch that
Yeah the bitch ass so fat
When she throw it back
Yeah it throw me back
So I threw a rack
Yeah I prolly threw a rack
And Jacob got some grass
So he prolly just gone tax
And we smoking on that gas
Yeah smoking on that gas
Others call it thrax yeah
But I just call it pack ay
Anyways I miss my brother
Yeah his name Hak ay ay
Ay we can't run it back ay
I been some slow motion fuckin' with your bitch ay
Heard he wanna talk
Punch him now he gotta stitch
Yeah you a bitch yeah
Heard you a snitch
Prolly end up in a ditch ay
And he made a wish ay
I can't grant it
Yeah I pull up and they panic
Yeah they want static like Stanley
Bitch I feel like steamer
Bitch I pull up and redeem her
I don't give fuck, fuck her, I'm a dreamer ay
Bitch I can't pimp you out, put it in your mouth
I don't give a fuck yeah we from the dirty south
Punch you in your shit and you prolly just say ouch
Baby girl come here yeah put it in your mouth

What you really wanna be?

Go ahead I'm listening

Uh

At one point I wanted to be a DJ

You made me laugh
I made you laugh?
No I mean in a good way, that's cool

Like no seriously though like
At all my like little get togethers with my family and stuff,
I like to pull out my Bluetooth speaker and like
I don't know
Just make people feel something