Marc-Baze - Back

Back in my bag
Back in my bag
Back in my
Back in my
Back in my bag
Back in my bag
Back in my bag

Back in this bitch
Just like Christ how I rose up
These niggas must seen a ghost
How they froze

First time OT
Wondering how they know us
Vibing with bad bitches
Beaches they toes up

Ride with day ones
Ain't no time to hold up
I hit up Boogz
Hit up Nay
Get the roll up

Flossy
We bossy
This lifestyle
It chose us

These niggas bitch made
They suspect like Goldust

Embrace the journey
Keep running like Bernie
We fly with the birdies
No gurneys
Won't nothing hold us down

Speak with my actions
You ain't fucking with no clown
Miming on timing
Nigga don't make a sound

Pomp to the circumstance
Cap to your gown
Permanent frowns
When you come from my town

Permanent penalty shots
Living foul
Amazing I chug through the pain
So I smile

Consistently kill 'em with grace
So I bow
Sound of my voice
Keep these women aroused

Know she fucked up
Now she text how art thou
But once we go south
She can only go down

No making up
That Mula
I ain't make enough

Budgeting my love
Just like my time
I cannot waste it up

Talking bout that heat
Feel like I'm onyx how I raze it up

Hope y'all get the picture clear
With words the way I paint it up

Written by:
Marcus Bazemore

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