DJ up to adore b***h

Back back back back

Back from the dead back from the back from the dead

Back from the back from the dead

Back from the

Back from the dead back from the dead

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Back from the dead back from the dead

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Back from the dead

Yeah the baby blue coupe looks like baby food

My diamonds jumping out the gym since preschool

You a typewriter I'm the type to collect titles

Yeah versace gingivitis diamonds on my pacifier

I even as a youth crushed jewels upon my tooth

Throw the car seat out the roof I hit the state troops

I finessed the jaguar I candy coated my car

I got butterfinger interior intercept a miracle

Back from the dead back from the dead

Back from the back from the dead

Back from the dead back from the dead

Back from the back from the

Back from the back from the dead

From the dead from the dead

Back from the dead

If I had to take a L

Take it on the chin mhm

Lennox lewis ting bling

All I do is win bling

Seattle for my bling ice

All you hear is shing well

Chicken wing swing

When I'm dancing with my ting

You think you're scary

I'm dead already

My funeral was amazing

It was beautiful sick

Doves flying

Brothers blazing in the cubicles s'matter

Fakes crying

Rest in peace

It's so delusional

But I know that's the usual

I'm back from the dead

Back from the dead back from back from the dead

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