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Back To Me Trina Song Lyrics

Back To Me Lyrics
by Trina

Out of all the shots closed, no more free throws
And it ain't no more, lickin' in his speed coat
No better, do better
Had it real good, rap bitch with her own trend setter
I never asked him for shit
Basic ass nigga, really wasn't 'bout shit
Man, I'm tired of puttin' these niggas on and makin' 'em famous
They be sayin' they love me, then they doin' the same shit
These niggas wanna beat me, girl, he want the fame
Wanna be on TV, man, what's wrong with him?
Have you watchin' they moves and I be tellin' my bitches
Man, he be thinkin' I'm clueless, so I'm out for his riches
Man, karma be a bitch
Didn't get far, these niggas thinkin' they slick
Then they come back crawlin' and shit
Niggas lost everythin', now they on they dick

Nigga, I don't wanna talk
I ain't erased all your math, social media blocked
And it ain't my fault
You got caught in the whip, what the fuck you thought?
Ain't no bitch that better than me
I'm young Moses, I could part any sea
So think twice when you checkin' for me
'Cause it ain't no comin' back, I'm a real OG

You wanna delete me, baby
But see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
You wanna delete me, baby
But see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me

See the face on 10, body on 10
And the bank account on win
They see me in the field, man, I'm stashin' them commas
I pull up on these niggas in the flyin' saucer
Buyin' that nigga, became my own boss
No bra, titties out, bitch, I think I'm Rick Ross
Think I'm Big Meech, make chop like Bruce Lee
And the last thing you should think, a bitch sleep
My game on fleek
And your new bitch, she homeless chick
I laugh at it 'cause she's a small matter
I live a high rise, her section ain't chatter
And you ain't no better
Thinkin' these hoes gon' make you better, what the fuck, nigga?
Lil nigga, go and play with these hoes
'Cause you ain't in my league, nigga, I ball with pros

Nigga, I don't wanna talk
I ain't erased all your math, social media blocked
And it ain't my fault
You got caught in the whip, what the fuck you thought?
Ain't no bitch that better than me
I'm young Moses, I could part any sea
So think twice when you checkin' for me
'Cause it ain't no comin' back, I'm a real OG

You wanna delete me, baby
But see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
You wanna delete me, baby
But see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me


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