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Back From The Dead Lyrics by Brycee

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[Intro: Brycee]
I’m back from the dead like I never left

[Chorus: Brycee]
I say I'm back from the dead like I ain't never left (Yeah)
Fuck on yo bitch then I nut on her breast (Yeah)
One thing about me nigga, imma stay blessed (Yeah)
She said she wanna fuck, then be my guess (Be my)
Finna go on this drill told bro get dressed (Yeah)
He stop tryna beef when I got that address (Yeah)
We popped all his potnas nigga who next (Who next)
We wopped his ass cause he kept tryna flex (He kept)

[Post-Chorus: Brycee]
I don’t really love her I jus love her neck (Okay)
Ran up 70k den I cashed my check (Yeah)
Balling this motherfucker we almost got in a wreck (Skrt)
She only fuck with me cause of my Nike Tech (Ayy)
If you speaking on me nigga be direct (Okay)
That’s the only way you can gain my respect (Yeah, Okay)

[Verse 1: Brycee]
Lil nigga should know I don’t play that shit (I don’t)
FNO just made a Mil we go split it (Yeah)
I dont wanna fuck, her parents a too strict (They too)
Dissing me go get you lynched (Hell Yeah)
You a hood hopper, now y’all niggas clicked? (Ayy)
Heard he tryna trade, he go get switched (Yeah)
Them my real brothers cause they never switched (They never switched)
He started speaking on me I forgot he exist (Ayy)

[Chorus: Brycee]
I say I'm back from the dead like I ain't never left (Yeah)
Fuck on yo bitch then I nut on her breast (Yeah)
One thing about me nigga, imma stay blessed (Yeah)
She said she wanna fuck, then be my guess (Okay)
Finna go on this drill told bro get dressed (Yeah)
He stop tryna beef when I got that address (Ayy)
We popped all his potnas nigga who next (Ayy)
We wopped his ass cause he kept tryna flex (Ayy, Ayy, Ayy)

[Verse 2: DeeStaccin]
Rock out wit this tec
Glock gotta beam he gone get stretched
Can't chase no hoe only the check
Louis the tee moncler the vest
We chasing this money dont care bout a bitch
If you dissin on me gone get you dismissed
Can't cuff that hoe we kno she a trick
We can share that hoe she ain't gotta pick
Sliding down floyd wit this switch
We gone shoot em all ain't gotta pick
We ina demon shake the laws quick
Got yo hoe number ion call it
Got her drippin wet like a foulest
Ion break 20 im on boss shi
Finna go shopping hit the mall nd Shii
He just ready to kill he see all red
In this money drowning like a ball pit
Fucked yo bitch we on raw shi
Don’t care bout yo ex you ain’t my bitch
Whole family gone die if he try to snitch
Can’t take nun of my hoes they all rich
If he throw me the pass ima moss it
I be ready to slide then im all in
Said my homie a bitch ima call him

[Chorus: Brycee]
I say I'm back from the dead like I ain't never left (Yeah)
Fuck on yo bitch then I nut on her breast (Yeah)
One thing about me nigga, imma stay blessed (Yeah)
She said she wanna fuck, then be my guess (Okay)
Finna go on this drill told bro get dressed (Yeah)
He stop tryna beef when I got that address (Ayy)
We popped all his potnas nigga who next (Ayy)
We wopped his ass cause he kept tryna flex (Ayy, Ayy, Ayy)

[Verse 3: Brycee]
Me and Dee going back to back
Gotta big ponta he go by stacks
I fucked yo bitch made her throw up the set
He said he go kill me well nigga that’s a bet (Okay)
I don’t hang with goofies I only chase that pape (Yop)
Don’t beef with us cause we go gorilla and ape (Yop)
Been saving these hoe I might need me a cape
I’m slamming this hoe like first name Blake (Like my first name)
If I go broke imma make some shake
Hit her with a Lil Uzi the shoulder shake (Shoulder Shake)
Nigga I’m on fire I think I got take
Yo daddy should’ve pulled out nigga you a mistake
I don’t fuck with yo hoe so stay in yo place
You a sick nigga, you catching a case
Finna fuck yo bitch and switch states
You old as hell doing to be honest and rates (Ayy, Ayy, Ayy)

[Chorus: Brycee]
I say I'm back from the dead like I ain't never left (Yeah)
Fuck on yo bitch then I nut on her breast (Yeah)
One thing about me nigga, imma stay blessed (Yeah)
She said she wanna fuck, then be my guess (Okay)
Finna go on this drill told bro get dressed (Yeah)
He stop tryna beef when I got that address (Ayy)
We popped all his potnas nigga who next (Ayy)
We wopped his ass cause he kept tryna flex (Ayy, Ayy, Ayy)
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