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"Back Homë" lyrics Yeat Lyrics "Back Homë"

I don't fly no jets
But I flew her to Milan
Imma take another Perc
Imma take another bar
Imma pass every test
Imma pass every car
Gotta whole lotta diamonds
Gotta a whole lotta stars

Ooooooooooooooo

Back in the day I was shreddin on muthfucka
Back in the day I was slaying these strip club hoes
Back in the day I was hatin on dia

Now I'm pullin up shine and I rock out a show
Now I get paid by a couple a mil for some shows
Now I ride round the city with a couple of thugs
Now I ride round the city around in the Rolls
No this shit do not feel distant
I'm back in my city
I'm back in my city
I'm back
I've been flying around the world yeah
I've been hoppin on planes
And I do not feel litty I need to get litty
I'm cuppin a couple a Percs and some pity
I'm taking that muthafuckin ecstasy

I won't tell on you bitch
If you sick on this here
We gon turn it up

Every time I feel like this feel so weird
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed
Never made no room
You know I keep strapped
Promise 9 times out of 10
He ain't never miss a back

I got a big dawg watch
My bitch got a Patek in the back
Tryna wash off my sweat
Tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style
Tryna take they bag

I don't fly no jets
But I flew her to Milan
Imma take another Perc
Imma take another bar
Imma pass every test
Imma pass every car
Gotta whole lotta diamonds
Gotta a whole lotta stars

Ooooooooooooooo

Back in the day I was shreddin on muthfucka
Back in the day I was slaying these strip club hoes
Back in the day I was hatin on dia

Now I'm pullin up shine and I rock out a show
Now I get paid by a couple a mil for some shows
Now I ride round the city with a couple of thugs
Now I ride round the city around in the Rolls
No this shit do not feel distant
I'm back in my city
I'm back in my city
I'm back
I've been flying around the world yeah
I've been hoppin on planes
And I do not feel litty I need to get litty
I'm cuppin a couple a Percs and some pity
I'm taking that muthafuckin ecstasy

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed

Never made no room
You know I keep strapped
Promise 9 times out of 10
He ain't never miss a back

I got a big dawg watch
My bitch got a Patek in the back

Tryna wash off my sweat
Tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style
Tryna take they bag