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I'm Back Video (MV)




Performed By: Pæsœ
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Phillex Stewart




Pæsœ - I'm Back Lyrics




This fool called me nigger with an ER
So I sent that nigga to the ER
I been rappin for eons
She sit on my dick it go up like a see saw
My shit go dumb but I'm smart like Elon
These niggas is turtles they calling my splinter
You lost I'm the winner
Yo bitch is my nigga
She want it long distance but I am a sprinter
My dick is her dinner
She got it delivered
Niggas tried to follow so I'm switching up the gear
Hope they like the view from the rear
Rolling with a crew so fierce
Put the metal to his ear like he just got em pierced
My past afflictions don't make a difference
I feel indifferent to any nigga who's passion isn't to go and get it
These niggas is co dependent
I know that these hoes vicious
And when i go up to spit it
They screaming oh no he didn't
I'm screaming out yes he did
They tryna come check the kid
Hundred round drum if you talkin that extra shit
Don't know who they messing with
I'm looking for better shit
On some V for Vendetta shit
Just like Mr. T, I
Pity the fool
Get busy with tools
I'm witty but smooth
I'm chilly I'm silly I'm really just feeling the room
I spit till I drool
I feel like the moon
I feel like I fill up the room
I feel like im f*cking disgusting
End of discussion

I left but im back on some better shit
You just talking shit to stay relevant
I set precedent
I'm in my element
I spit heat so my mouth a volcano
Oh you said you got shooters on pay roll
Well my niggas pull up with uzis and dracos
And they gonna shoot on my say so

I'ma go and make me a classic
I'ma sew the flow in the lyrical fabric
Gone off patron and mix it Acid
Feelin fantastic rappin like my shit cinematic
Hit the joint got me leaping for joy
Aye lil nigga watch how you speak to the boy
Had to be ruthless they ain't give me a choice
I'm chillin they trippin
These niggas don't know what i do for a living
I'm killin the rhythm deadbeat dad and these beats is my children
The flow in my bed and we Netflix n chillin
Y'all niggas on Hulu
Y'all niggas is bu bu
Y'all still wearing fubu
Nasty ass nigga u probably use oovoo
You goo goo no gaga
I could be yo father
Go ahead ask ya mama
I roar like Mufasa
I'm always gone prosper
Just leave me alone
My girl is a singer she singing like her name was Nina Simone
When I get to spittin this booth is my kitchen I put heat in the stove
I dropped me a tape got taste of success now I'm back and im needing some more
You broke you in need of some dough
Feeling like a pimp
Five percent tint
My daddy gotta Benz
And my momma gotta Cadillac
Sitting in the back bumping Cudi songs back to back
Wish I could go back to that
(How you gone go back to that)
You know I spit the coldest rap
You know I'm at cul-de-sac
Where Ed edd and Eddy at
In my nightmares I find Jason where's Freddy at
I just killed Jason now this bitch Freddy back
Where my damn machete at

I left but I'm back on some better shit
You just talking shit to stay relevant
I set precedent
I'm in my element
I spit heat so my mouth a volcano
Oh you said you got shooters on payroll
Well my niggas pull up with uzis and dracos
And they gonna shoot on my say so

My girl is a singer she singing like her name was Nina Simone
When I get to spittin this booth is my kitchen I put heat in the stove
I dropped me a tape got taste of success now I'm back and I'm needing some more
You broke you in need of some dough
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This fool called me nigger with an ER
So I sent that nigga to the ER
I been rappin for eons
She sit on my dick it go up like a see saw
My shit go dumb but I'm smart like Elon
These niggas is turtles they calling my splinter
You lost I'm the winner
Yo bitch is my nigga
She want it long distance but I am a sprinter
My dick is her dinner
She got it delivered
Niggas tried to follow so I'm switching up the gear
Hope they like the view from the rear
Rolling with a crew so fierce
Put the metal to his ear like he just got em pierced
My past afflictions don't make a difference
I feel indifferent to any nigga who's passion isn't to go and get it
These niggas is co dependent
I know that these hoes vicious
And when i go up to spit it
They screaming oh no he didn't
I'm screaming out yes he did
They tryna come check the kid
Hundred round drum if you talkin that extra shit
Don't know who they messing with
I'm looking for better shit
On some V for Vendetta shit
Just like Mr. T, I
Pity the fool
Get busy with tools
I'm witty but smooth
I'm chilly I'm silly I'm really just feeling the room
I spit till I drool
I feel like the moon
I feel like I fill up the room
I feel like im f*cking disgusting
End of discussion

I left but im back on some better shit
You just talking shit to stay relevant
I set precedent
I'm in my element
I spit heat so my mouth a volcano
Oh you said you got shooters on pay roll
Well my niggas pull up with uzis and dracos
And they gonna shoot on my say so

I'ma go and make me a classic
I'ma sew the flow in the lyrical fabric
Gone off patron and mix it Acid
Feelin fantastic rappin like my shit cinematic
Hit the joint got me leaping for joy
Aye lil nigga watch how you speak to the boy
Had to be ruthless they ain't give me a choice
I'm chillin they trippin
These niggas don't know what i do for a living
I'm killin the rhythm deadbeat dad and these beats is my children
The flow in my bed and we Netflix n chillin
Y'all niggas on Hulu
Y'all niggas is bu bu
Y'all still wearing fubu
Nasty ass nigga u probably use oovoo
You goo goo no gaga
I could be yo father
Go ahead ask ya mama
I roar like Mufasa
I'm always gone prosper
Just leave me alone
My girl is a singer she singing like her name was Nina Simone
When I get to spittin this booth is my kitchen I put heat in the stove
I dropped me a tape got taste of success now I'm back and im needing some more
You broke you in need of some dough
Feeling like a pimp
Five percent tint
My daddy gotta Benz
And my momma gotta Cadillac
Sitting in the back bumping Cudi songs back to back
Wish I could go back to that
(How you gone go back to that)
You know I spit the coldest rap
You know I'm at cul-de-sac
Where Ed edd and Eddy at
In my nightmares I find Jason where's Freddy at
I just killed Jason now this bitch Freddy back
Where my damn machete at

I left but I'm back on some better shit
You just talking shit to stay relevant
I set precedent
I'm in my element
I spit heat so my mouth a volcano
Oh you said you got shooters on payroll
Well my niggas pull up with uzis and dracos
And they gonna shoot on my say so

My girl is a singer she singing like her name was Nina Simone
When I get to spittin this booth is my kitchen I put heat in the stove
I dropped me a tape got taste of success now I'm back and I'm needing some more
You broke you in need of some dough
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Writer: Phillex Stewart
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