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I'm Back Video (MV)




Performed By: LIL LOC
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Anthony Hart




LIL LOC - I'm Back Lyrics
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Lil loc I'm back on my shit
Pass me the tree nigga I'm tryna get lit
Key lime N cherry pie got me extra high
I'll bust it if you tripping I ain't gotta try
Trippin on the squad will get yo soul took
45's open the chest like a notebook
F*ckin up the booth like I'm funkin wit it
To the neck with the mic no co defend-it
Hit a skit sober ion need a pill
You in the field bitch you don't shoot to kill
F*ckin pussy only bussin out air shots
Would've cracked a nigga melon if I had my Glock
We throw up they claim n we drop that
You call Loc out his name ima pop that
Yall post guns n never bust one
When I pull strap im tryna murder your son
Buck shots n them bitches kick like a roundhouse
You a gangsta right? It's ight we gone find out
Heat in my pocket it's the straight salsa
Bust the bitch, make a nigga hit the cha cha
Slid to the north there's no way he coming back
Got chops n beams if it really comes to that
5'10 300 ima bully nigga
Glocks N beams turn a thug into to a pussy nigga
I had to put em Ina blunt just to pay respect
Bullets in the air like WiFi they connect
Spittin this fye shi but they don't feel me tho
What you know bout them skits Ina stolo?
Pull up on a suckah n lay his hat down
In a city full of dawgs we straight up hell hounds
I rep for the bay 880 northbound
LIL LOC the name you can check my background
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Lil loc I'm back on my shit
Pass me the tree nigga I'm tryna get lit
Key lime N cherry pie got me extra high
I'll bust it if you tripping I ain't gotta try
Trippin on the squad will get yo soul took
45's open the chest like a notebook
F*ckin up the booth like I'm funkin wit it
To the neck with the mic no co defend-it
Hit a skit sober ion need a pill
You in the field bitch you don't shoot to kill
F*ckin pussy only bussin out air shots
Would've cracked a nigga melon if I had my Glock
We throw up they claim n we drop that
You call Loc out his name ima pop that
Yall post guns n never bust one
When I pull strap im tryna murder your son
Buck shots n them bitches kick like a roundhouse
You a gangsta right? It's ight we gone find out
Heat in my pocket it's the straight salsa
Bust the bitch, make a nigga hit the cha cha
Slid to the north there's no way he coming back
Got chops n beams if it really comes to that
5'10 300 ima bully nigga
Glocks N beams turn a thug into to a pussy nigga
I had to put em Ina blunt just to pay respect
Bullets in the air like WiFi they connect
Spittin this fye shi but they don't feel me tho
What you know bout them skits Ina stolo?
Pull up on a suckah n lay his hat down
In a city full of dawgs we straight up hell hounds
I rep for the bay 880 northbound
LIL LOC the name you can check my background
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Anthony Hart
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