Comin Back
- Archibald Slim (2014)You are listening to the song Comin Back by Archibald Slim, in album Young Hot Ebony (Us Version). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
[Verse 1: Pyramid Quince]
This ain't magic, go on girl shake that ass
Shawty like this shit and it's the first time heard
Tell the DJ run that back, see that droppin' low
Like do that shit, uh girl do that shit
Like ooh that's him Pia Mia Pyramid from the crew that's thick
Quince just too damn sick, for mob and shit
I do all for clique, young and i'm off the shits
From down the block, you can smell the strong
So dont ask what I'm on, and I'm like:
Please, I don't do drugs, trees is what I'm on
And I'll be gone, and I ain't comin' back
It's a forcefield for my zone.
[Hook: Father]
I've been gone, I ain't comin' back (8x)
[Verse 2: Archibald Slim]
I handle my business, now blunts gettin' rolled
If I don't pass, don't baby sit with you and put down low
Can help mum what kind of deal, never mind it's not for sale
I can't see what's on the money, I'm too drunk and high to tell
For we sliding out the bario, you're swerving by the Shell
Now start me swervin' to the party, local service, purpose bill
Off the liquor like Quince, yeah we off the shits
So nigga throw on some Awful shit
But let a nigga bust, I let a cop cross you up
A nigga sober up awful quick, nigga awful quick.
[Verse 3: GAHM]
Flexin with a check a nigga been had
I keep it G with all the seaches callin' niggas Simba
Girls get on their knees trying to receive my blessings
That's sad, hoes are just for fun, my love is one
And that's that bitch Cash
Care less what a hoe could think, that nice guy shit has been passed
Come with me askin' to buy a drink
I'll slap you til you sip that
I'm colder than polars be, I fold your nitch like gym mats
Pass her to the homies, while you lonely with no text back
And doesn't that sound like some really awful shit?
Got another nigga's woman hittin' high notes on the dick
When she stumble in the crib at six you askin' where she's been.
'I was out with my friend'
You tell she's lyin', bitch she said she's with a friend
You gone be tin-maths, your bitch is gone we been smashed.
She's been gone, she ain't comin' back
She's been gone, she ain't comin' back.
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