The Boys Are Back In Town - Yung Gravy/Pouya.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Ramirez/M.Hauri/K.Pouya/Kyle DeStefano/Flynn Hadorn/Ari Starace
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Ramirez/M.Hauri/K.Pouya/Kyle DeStefano/Flynn Hadorn/Ari Starace
[00:00.0][Intro: Yung Gravy]
[00:11.63]Ayy
[00:12.99][Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
[00:13.25]B***h, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket
[00:15.83]You be lookin' sweet like a ****ing fruit basket
[00:19.33]Spit a couple raps, I get a check and Johnny Cash it
[00:22.55]I smash it, I let your mama ride my sunglasses
[00:23.57][Verse 2: TrippyThaKid]
[00:25.0]Don't think nobody gonna **** with me like I do
[00:27.83]Look at me killin' it, mother****ers always talkin', but damnit, I'm high too
[00:30.54]That means I don't give a ****
[00:31.31][Verse 3: Yung Gravy]
[00:31.80]Yeah, I wanna stunt
[00:33.33]I make your salary thrice in a month
[00:34.50]I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts
[00:36.0]And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch
[00:37.66][Chorus: Yung Gravy]
[00:37.92]You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits
[00:40.39]The Boys Are Back In Town by Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, TrippyThaKid from the album Tracy's Ultimate Fitness Mix (The Boys Are Back In Town by Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, TrippyThaKid
[00:43.27][Verse 4: RAMIREZ]
[00:43.69]Ride in the back of the trunk with the pump, with a mask covering my face
[00:46.50]Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh
[00:49.8]Inside of the Cutty with thing on my waist
[00:49.78]Kick in the door, point me to the safe
[00:51.0]****ing the posters up with all the bass
[00:52.57]Heat-seeking missiles, I load up and hit you
[00:54.7]I carry the coffin and drop it in grave (Ho)
[00:55.19][Chorus: Yung Gravy]
[00:55.90]You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits
[00:59.53]The Boys Are Back In Town by Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, TrippyThaKid
[01:00.80][Verse 5: Pouya]
[01:01.83]I'm in my zone, I'm in my element, that's daily regiment
[01:04.76]I'm pullin' up to Gravy's mama's house with perfect etiquette, lil' b***h
[01:08.6](Hey Mom, look, the boys are back in town)
[01:10.4][Verse 6: Yung Gravy]
[01:11.28]Lil' b***h, **** that
[01:12.36]They been tryna kill me 'cause my bucks fat
[01:14.67]My new b***h so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack
[01:16.89][Verse 7: TrippyThaKid]
[01:17.56]I'm ready to give my guns back
[01:19.50]Hop back in the ring and I run that
[01:20.80]Rid of them off that love pack
[01:22.32]I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back
[01:23.34][Verse 8: RAMIREZ]
[01:23.77]Smokin' up on that swamp sack
[01:25.57]Cut back in the 'Lac off the Prozac
[01:26.99]The Boys Are Back In Town by Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, TrippyThaKid
[01:29.29][Verse 9: Pouya]
[01:29.73]Baby Bone got a bone to pick with you, yeah
[01:32.91]Hold up, Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew, yeah
[01:33.87][Chorus: Yung Gravy]
[01:36.35]You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits
[01:39.94]The Boys Are Back In Town by Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, TrippyThaKid
[01:41.20][Verse 10: TrippyThaKid, Yung Gravy, & RAMIREZ]
[01:42.13]Mozzarella, marinara
[01:44.25]Put that shit up on my pasta
[01:46.12]I just got the Panamera, uh
[01:47.53]Only flexing 'cause I gots to
[01:48.98]Bought some shit and made it water
[01:50.72]Shark Boy, Taylor Lautner
[01:52.2]Come for your mother and daughter
[01:53.56]Puffin' the indica harder
[01:55.7][Interlude: Pouya]
[01:55.94]I just ****ed your b***h in the back of my '96 DeVille (Woah, woohoo)
[01:58.29][Verse 11: Yung Gravy]
[02:01.9]B***h, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket
[02:04.22]You be lookin' sweet like a ****ing fruit basket
[02:07.24]Feel like I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it
[02:10.38]I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes
[02:13.50]Blindfolded, then escape, that's magic
[02:16.4]*****

文本歌词

作词 : Ramirez/M.Hauri/K.Pouya/Kyle DeStefano/Flynn Hadorn/Ari Starace
作曲 : Ramirez/M.Hauri/K.Pouya/Kyle DeStefano/Flynn Hadorn/Ari Starace
Ayy
B***h, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket
You be lookin' sweet like a ****ing fruit basket
Spit a couple raps, I get a check and Johnny Cash it
I smash it, I let your mama ride my sunglasses
Don't think nobody gonna **** with me like I do
Look at me killin' it, mother****ers always talkin', but damnit, I'm high too
That means I don't give a ****
Yeah, I wanna stunt
I make your salary thrice in a month
I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts
And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch
You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits
The Boys Are Back In Town by Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, TrippyThaKid from the album Tracy's Ultimate Fitness Mix (The Boys Are Back In Town by Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, TrippyThaKid
Ride in the back of the trunk with the pump, with a mask covering my face
Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh
Inside of the Cutty with thing on my waist
Kick in the door, point me to the safe
****ing the posters up with all the bass
Heat-seeking missiles, I load up and hit you
I carry the coffin and drop it in grave (Ho)
You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits
The Boys Are Back In Town by Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, TrippyThaKid
I'm in my zone, I'm in my element, that's daily regiment
I'm pullin' up to Gravy's mama's house with perfect etiquette, lil' b***h
(Hey Mom, look, the boys are back in town)
Lil' b***h, **** that
They been tryna kill me 'cause my bucks fat
My new b***h so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack
I'm ready to give my guns back
Hop back in the ring and I run that
Rid of them off that love pack
I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back
Smokin' up on that swamp sack
Cut back in the 'Lac off the Prozac
The Boys Are Back In Town by Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, TrippyThaKid
Baby Bone got a bone to pick with you, yeah
Hold up, Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew, yeah
You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits
The Boys Are Back In Town by Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, TrippyThaKid
Mozzarella, marinara
Put that shit up on my pasta
I just got the Panamera, uh
Only flexing 'cause I gots to
Bought some shit and made it water
Shark Boy, Taylor Lautner
Come for your mother and daughter
Puffin' the indica harder
I just ****ed your b***h in the back of my '96 DeVille (Woah, woohoo)
B***h, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket
You be lookin' sweet like a ****ing fruit basket
Feel like I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it
I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes
Blindfolded, then escape, that's magic
*****