Da Real Jay Money - Bring Meh Back

He was dissing on homa, but I'm screaming dig up yo momma
Surround with killers, can't see the prusuna
Just crop meh a fit and it came out of loaner
That bitch inna doctor he stuck in a coma

I was chill at first but oh boy wanna diss
And fuck that lil nigga I'm talm bout lil Chris
Ain't neva did magic ima teach u a trick
I can get that boy touched, and then boys in yo click

My niggas like monkeys my niggas go stupid
Stop flexing that gun if you kno yen gone use it
You talk on that net and just cap in yo music
Ima run up a bag and go fly out to Houston

You diss on the gang ima call up lil heni
My nigga go slide and go clear up the business
I'm wait for revenge my trigger finger itching
He got hit in his neck, and it left that boy twitching

And fat boy a bitch, roll that boy in a wood
It's 3.5 I kno that it good
And claim where you from and don't lie bout to hood
And claim where you from and don't lie bout yo hood

Written by:
Quay Austin

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