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NO Going Back (feat. Eastside A) Video (MV)




Performed By: Biggs
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Aric Green, Brandon Andrews




Biggs - NO Going Back (feat. Eastside A) Lyrics




I ain't never had shit, had to get it on my own
Crazy thoughts in my head, so shit, I'm gettin' blown
Niggas tryna do it right, but get caught up in that wrong
Don't bring a knife to this fight, nigga, blame your chrome

Rest in peace to my niggas, y'all gon' live up through this song
And it's crazy how you was here, now the next minute you gone
Puffy hoes in my face like, bitch, leave me alone
Get you on, then you want this bread, lil' bitch, get your own

I don't even want your body, lil' bitch, give me dome
Feel them niggas out them gates gettin' blazed, I'm that clone
Niggas talkin' like they real, then they freeze like some stone
Niggas talkin' like they real, then they freeze like some stone

Gang with me, uh, and you know we bang, cuz he's, uh
Bitches, they ain't want me, now they wanna hang with me, uh
Cuz I got the dough, but I ain't no goofy, though
Never trick on a bitch, buy my young in the pole, uh

I run through a P in like two days, no V, I had to use all A's
Twenty-five for that A, so I'ma get paid, get it
My home in the pocket, I throw plays, uh
I might hit the scene in some OJs, I ain't goin' back to my old ways

Even though I miss those days, I'm just tryna stack some new pages
You need to f*ck up my weight, I pick up the money and skate
I'm hungry and I haven't ate, don't end up food on my plate
I keep dodgin' all these cases, can't go back in them cages

It'd be great to take patience, I was waitin', I don't take shit
I'm goin' up like a spaceship, that's a fact, I can't fake it
I ain't runnin' from my greatness, shoot a shot, you might make it
Bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm sick, always tryna get away

I ain't stressin' bout a bitch, too busy tryna get rich
F*ck that hoe, she wasn't shit, all she wanted was a trick
Let her know I ain't a lick, put my brother on the hit
Wallets, some stack of chips, dedicated to the shit

I be loamed up in clips, spit my block and get flipped
Losers, Losers, Losers
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I ain't never had shit, had to get it on my own
Crazy thoughts in my head, so shit, I'm gettin' blown
Niggas tryna do it right, but get caught up in that wrong
Don't bring a knife to this fight, nigga, blame your chrome

Rest in peace to my niggas, y'all gon' live up through this song
And it's crazy how you was here, now the next minute you gone
Puffy hoes in my face like, bitch, leave me alone
Get you on, then you want this bread, lil' bitch, get your own

I don't even want your body, lil' bitch, give me dome
Feel them niggas out them gates gettin' blazed, I'm that clone
Niggas talkin' like they real, then they freeze like some stone
Niggas talkin' like they real, then they freeze like some stone

Gang with me, uh, and you know we bang, cuz he's, uh
Bitches, they ain't want me, now they wanna hang with me, uh
Cuz I got the dough, but I ain't no goofy, though
Never trick on a bitch, buy my young in the pole, uh

I run through a P in like two days, no V, I had to use all A's
Twenty-five for that A, so I'ma get paid, get it
My home in the pocket, I throw plays, uh
I might hit the scene in some OJs, I ain't goin' back to my old ways

Even though I miss those days, I'm just tryna stack some new pages
You need to f*ck up my weight, I pick up the money and skate
I'm hungry and I haven't ate, don't end up food on my plate
I keep dodgin' all these cases, can't go back in them cages

It'd be great to take patience, I was waitin', I don't take shit
I'm goin' up like a spaceship, that's a fact, I can't fake it
I ain't runnin' from my greatness, shoot a shot, you might make it
Bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm sick, always tryna get away

I ain't stressin' bout a bitch, too busy tryna get rich
F*ck that hoe, she wasn't shit, all she wanted was a trick
Let her know I ain't a lick, put my brother on the hit
Wallets, some stack of chips, dedicated to the shit

I be loamed up in clips, spit my block and get flipped
Losers, Losers, Losers
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Writer: Aric Green, Brandon Andrews
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