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Schoolboy Q - Back n Love Lyrics
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Yeah
Wop
It's the guy (oh my God)
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (uh-huh)
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Suu

Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit

This a love triangle like where Bermuda is (let's go)
On a mission, be the voice of twenty thousand kids (ayy)
D-generation X (uh), triple H and shit (ayy-ayy)
On a mission, spend some dubs at the dealership (dubs)
If you disregard my angels, we can't let you win
Bitch, it's been murder squad, can't pay for membership (ayy)
Teach you how to stack some chips, teach you how to go all in
Money gotta make, bad bitch, you know I gotta take
All for the Wraith, I save
I was on the way, now the Wraith, okay
Money on my mind, got the pockets in shape
Okay, I'm in shape, money, we get paid
I'm the big mane, dawg, get shit stained

Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
(Talk your shit, lil' nigga, and we gon' get you banged up)

I'm a God to the bitch, little kid (kid)
I'm a God to the bitch, little bitch, heh)
Yeah, rich
Around nine, I was tryna have sex (I did)
Thirteen and I caught a new flex (mhm-mhm)
Ask Wop and you probably get blessed
Yes, yes (uh-huh)
Got a iceberg floodin' my neck (give it to me)
Got the old bitch really upset
Got a new thing, what'd you expect?
Yes, yes
All your dead homies, nigga, who next? (Okay)
Where six 'bout to carry your flesh? (Your flesh)
How you little ass niggas get stretched (ayy)
Yes, ahh (uh-huh)
When you fell down, wasn't concerned (concerned)
I was up top, wasn't my turn, mhm
Heard trouble, make many, y'all birds (wow)
Hmm, word, damn, Wop got a bitch like yeern (yeern)
Grown man, I ain't rockin' no purse (purse)
On Crip, boy, you niggas need church (wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
(Nerd ass, y'all niggas some nerds) hurt
Big time, I was poppin' at birth (ayy)
Like Future, I was pushin' that work (push)
Wore house shoes all on your turf (your turf)
Ha, earned
You a bitch and your mama came first
Know your dad somewhere and he cursed
Burn in Hell, little nigga, you worse
Uh, yeah (yeah)
Why these cats starts glazin' the rats? (Ayy)
First car my daughter drove was a 'Bach
I was headed to the bread, where we at, where we at?
Hmm, fast (ayy), got a new car, got a new stash (mh)
I was tryna go North and you mad
Black Santa, boy really got bags (yeah)
Mad (suu), yeah
Top down boy, look at my past
Got a gold grill, platinum my plaques (plaques)
On the frontline, had to move sacks
Y'all little rap niggas just rap (rap)
I'll be 'round the world, puttin' up stats (bitch)
Mhm, facts (facts)
I hate y'all niggas, that's that (yeah)

Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit (suu), back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit (ayy, let's go), back in love with this shit

And I love you too with your hatin' ass
I love you, and I love you, yeah
And I love you too with your hatin' ass
I see you, yeah
I love you too, hatin' ass
Trick-ass, ho-ass
I love you too with your hatin' ass
Bitch-ass, broke-ass, little-ass, f*ck-ass
Yeah
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Yeah
Wop
It's the guy (oh my God)
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (uh-huh)
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Suu

Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit

This a love triangle like where Bermuda is (let's go)
On a mission, be the voice of twenty thousand kids (ayy)
D-generation X (uh), triple H and shit (ayy-ayy)
On a mission, spend some dubs at the dealership (dubs)
If you disregard my angels, we can't let you win
Bitch, it's been murder squad, can't pay for membership (ayy)
Teach you how to stack some chips, teach you how to go all in
Money gotta make, bad bitch, you know I gotta take
All for the Wraith, I save
I was on the way, now the Wraith, okay
Money on my mind, got the pockets in shape
Okay, I'm in shape, money, we get paid
I'm the big mane, dawg, get shit stained

Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
(Talk your shit, lil' nigga, and we gon' get you banged up)

I'm a God to the bitch, little kid (kid)
I'm a God to the bitch, little bitch, heh)
Yeah, rich
Around nine, I was tryna have sex (I did)
Thirteen and I caught a new flex (mhm-mhm)
Ask Wop and you probably get blessed
Yes, yes (uh-huh)
Got a iceberg floodin' my neck (give it to me)
Got the old bitch really upset
Got a new thing, what'd you expect?
Yes, yes
All your dead homies, nigga, who next? (Okay)
Where six 'bout to carry your flesh? (Your flesh)
How you little ass niggas get stretched (ayy)
Yes, ahh (uh-huh)
When you fell down, wasn't concerned (concerned)
I was up top, wasn't my turn, mhm
Heard trouble, make many, y'all birds (wow)
Hmm, word, damn, Wop got a bitch like yeern (yeern)
Grown man, I ain't rockin' no purse (purse)
On Crip, boy, you niggas need church (wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
(Nerd ass, y'all niggas some nerds) hurt
Big time, I was poppin' at birth (ayy)
Like Future, I was pushin' that work (push)
Wore house shoes all on your turf (your turf)
Ha, earned
You a bitch and your mama came first
Know your dad somewhere and he cursed
Burn in Hell, little nigga, you worse
Uh, yeah (yeah)
Why these cats starts glazin' the rats? (Ayy)
First car my daughter drove was a 'Bach
I was headed to the bread, where we at, where we at?
Hmm, fast (ayy), got a new car, got a new stash (mh)
I was tryna go North and you mad
Black Santa, boy really got bags (yeah)
Mad (suu), yeah
Top down boy, look at my past
Got a gold grill, platinum my plaques (plaques)
On the frontline, had to move sacks
Y'all little rap niggas just rap (rap)
I'll be 'round the world, puttin' up stats (bitch)
Mhm, facts (facts)
I hate y'all niggas, that's that (yeah)

Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit (suu), back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit (ayy, let's go), back in love with this shit

And I love you too with your hatin' ass
I love you, and I love you, yeah
And I love you too with your hatin' ass
I see you, yeah
I love you too, hatin' ass
Trick-ass, ho-ass
I love you too with your hatin' ass
Bitch-ass, broke-ass, little-ass, f*ck-ass
Yeah
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Writer: Quincey Hanley, Devin Malik
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd

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