CKDR - Radio Edit

Bring it back, aye
Bring it back, bring it back, aye
Dippin' all black, O'Shea
I beat up the bass
Tell em' go hard in the paint
Pussy might make my day
Got a new paper plane
Bad Gal been in my face, but I just went MIA

Aye, Aye, Out of the box Roddy Ricch I'm like aye
I seen the look on they face
Chubby Kobe, Dennis Rodman, crashing the paint
Jeff Hardy, my twist of fate
But I'm Independent living, making my way
Grabbing my bank, never Chase, Master P, there's no limits to face

Shit, I am the greatest, you know me, Big body Ginobili but I'm Chubby Kobe, Jaboroni
And smelling what the Rock is cooking, my flow sick like COVID
You bitches all know this

Big dick, shut your mouth you might choke it
These niggas can't shit on my moment
(Shut the fuck up)
Dawg, I receive game and then soak it
On my Serena, racks US Open

(What?)
I'm black man and I own this
Tell em, "Fuck the World", too busy stroking
Got the Highgrade in the potion
Fuck em' all, rub it in, I'm the lotion
I'm too busy coping
Fuck the stimmy, ya'll niggas gon' blow it
Big bank take, AHHH and you know it
Talking shit, here's my dick you can hold it (Bitch)

Baby, this my turn
Putting in work boy I feel like Ferg
You ain't rocking with the kid, so, you got some nerve
Niggas talking sideways, now they ass on the curb
(Keep going)
Whip, pull up, tires, skrt
You are a pussy, please pull down your skirt
I roll, I murk, and I smoke up the earth
Too cold, I know, I got snow in reverse
(Yeah, yeah)

Flow too fire, nigga don't get burnt
Nigga, 2 + 2, but we 2 damn turnt
(Yes indeed)
I got pain in my eyes and I still haven't learnt
New 91', put in muthafuckin' work
(Yes indeed)

Snap Ankle Lock, like I'm a muthafuckin' Kurt
We the Best like Khalid, I'm the muthafuckin' worst
Murdering the beat, where the muthafuckin' hearst?
With this muthafuckin' track in the muthafuckin' dirt

Bring it back, aye
Bring it back, aye
Bring it back, aye
Dripping all black, O'Shea
I beat up the bass
Tell em' go hard in the paint
Pussy might make my day pop
Got a new paper plane
Bad Gal been in my face, but I just went MIA

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
You caught in your feelings, I'm catching a break
Two years ago, I defeated my case
Feeling so great feel like 2008
These niggas won't live, grow and learn from mistakes

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye



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Writer(s): Kent Eugene Washington
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