Back In Black Lyrics – BLP KOSHER

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{Intro]
Goin all the way through woe
Let's get straight into this bih
Wadddrrr drediel man wadddrrr ayy ayy (Brackish world man) (Aw damn rich) uh

{Verse]
Chop gon have that cracka joggin I made him run like David Goggins
Two lil gnat hoes drop a net like you would think they apple bobbin
I see blurred lines I be robbin
Thick hoes I got I be doggin
That pot to piss off dog walkin
I'm off the leash they all flodgin
Made it out and I ain't ask for favors
Diamond boy bih I love haters
Texas shows that pay for Tyga I rock the mic while you rock fake fur
Croc-o-dilly all on my belt but ain't no my face over gator
Like how the fu*k I'm underground I done pulled up stood over skaters
Clip came in hot like lava hot
B!tch I put chicken on yo top like jit come grab yo (??)
My wifey hot don't wanna talk
That 40 Glock gon rock the block
Don't fibulate just pop the yop
I figure skate when cubans pop
She took that dope d!ck for a spin she hopped up off that donkey cock
Jit it ain't s*it go get in gear go grab and get yo honkey popped
Like don't you smoke and show that beef was big go grab that tomohawk
That s*it ain't sweet right round the way like go n grab that wonka pop
(Wadddrrr)
I had to manifest this s*it I scrape s*it up the finat plaque
I used to work at I Heart Mac and Cheese now I got cheese and macs
That 30 clip up on the side like homie bat no I can't lack
I crashed my s*it and copped a truck that AC work I'm back in black
That boy the diddler on the roof he clutchin some s*it that I can't say
If Santiago in my car when I pull up then that's your day
Extended mag on every drac cuz I get death threats every day
I'm doing cutters for all my dawgs I'm in the temple with a K
I lost my dawgs to guns and drügs I swear I'll never be ok
Don't tell them jits what people say don't do what I do, do as I say
That s*it ain't right you play the lay
That karma come right back to pay
That mangandava don't get tucked
I keep a K tucked back and spray
That choppa done came with a dildo s*it I'm clutchin flamin gay
You'd think I'm tryna bubble with jit by the way that carbon ate
Them bees with me like everyday might be a Billy Holiday
B!tch Smith and Wesson should've sponsored me the way I shoot the K
That rifle on me MSG I swear that this s*it glutamate
I'm so icy I might sign a jit I'm Jewish Gucci Mane
Carhartt pants gon hold a yacht but they know it's still ksubi gang
I ain't gon lie them crackas pie but this might be the new meringue

{Outro]
Wadddrrr wadddrrr ayy BLP cracka dreidel gang huh ay BLP Kosher b!tch drediel gang
Wadddrrr ayy ayy ayy dreidel gang uh LLJ LLC man wadddrrr exit 42 Jew they know what the business is uh we so brackish yuh wadddrrr we so brackish ayy ayy we so brackish...so brackish