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Tyler, The Creator – Bring It Back Remix Lyrics ft Trouble

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Bring It Back Remix Lyrics by , ft. 

[Hook/Chorus – Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse – Tyler, The Creator]
Ayo, Converse selling out they got their thumbs tied
Re-up on my deal let’s make it 1-5
And I ain’t talking point that gorilla if I point
He gon’ get you that’s the point no lie
Hit the gas and we outta there “skrt”
Like it’s mountain wear
Lately I’ve been dolo in this b—h
Shout out Solo that’s big sis
Shout out Frankie that’s big bro
Ya lil’ homie running s–t no question
Casio the mo’f—–g watch
800 in a day, my boy that’s just one drop
Invest in stocks that’s the other plan
Two story bed I hit the running man
Baby boy no photo
Long sleeve my polo
Casio no Rolo’
Parmesan my bolo
VVS my necky, necky heavy flooded
We done broke them levees anything for Fetti
But don’t let it get to you

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These n—-s tripping they shoe in the gutter
They gonna ruin their with s–t that they doing like
Flexing on the ‘gram about a bank deposit “hmm”
Yeah that s–t addicting, s–t is hypnotizing “hmm”
Claiming that you rich like b—h we know you lying “yuh”
What yo backyard look like? What yo mama driving?
Mane, call me flame
I’m lighting n—-s, I’m an animal, f–k is tame?
Young wild n—a its the W–G “it’s them GOLF boys”
G boy, geez boy, he that boy, boy, you a decoy “yuh”
F–k boy, heard you want beef, b—h you eat soy
Us and them, we ain’t got time, b—h I’m Pink Floyd, yuh
Sapphires gelatin, n—-s is repetitive
Amex ’cause my pockets is what I can’t fit my cheddar in
Sleeping on me sedative
Who these n—-s better than?
Is the answer me? Hmm uh no, negative
Yuh

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[Pre-Hook/Chorus – Trouble & Tyler, The Creator]
Ounces in my m———-g pantry “eah”
Diamonds on a young n—a, dancing, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah “Golf boys in this s–t”
Just dropped your b—h off, man, that hoe so nasty “Shout out to Trouble”
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah “Shout out to Mike WiLL”
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe s–t, miss me with that
I could put you front line, just bring it back

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