Aye
Said I can't go bacc to them ways I was livin
But swear them days I been missing
Swear I can't ever turn my bacc on the trenches
I hit the dash now I'm spinning
And key just told me toss the chop now it's kickin
I kicc the cup ain't pourin up he off the wok he been mixin
Toss a bitch bacc to the curb he said she always be trippin
Been in the field just like a menace now we call him George Pickens
You can call me whatever jus know that i aint gon listen
I heard you sayin sum bout me guess that niggas been trippin
Get to subtracin like a fraction he in half like division
And for the rest of em i might jus have to make em go missin
Because these niggas been plottin, i guess i did somethin truthful
N everything i ever did was better 4 me, been useful
Im only 20, 21 a couple months im so youthful
Shit gettin hectic, grab my chop n shit gon get really crucial
I turn his brain into noodles, his shit gon turn into pasta
He shook his dreads before i shot em now he smoked like a rasta
I feel so fly like im Appa, aint no way ima crash
And if i do jus know i did it havin fun n a blast
Cuz aint no way i'd live this life i live regretting my last
Im cruisin on a highway, 2009 i count fast
Its game over, no cheat code ever gon bring you back
He's no longer, that boy stuck in the past, nigga
Aye
Said I can't go bacc to them ways I was livin
But swear them days I been missing
Swear I can't ever turn my bacc on the trenches
I hit the dash now I'm spinning
And key just told me toss the chop now it's kickin
I kicc the cup ain't pourin up he off the wok he been mixin
Toss a bitch bacc to the curb he said she always be trippin
Been in the field just like a menace now we call him George Pickens
TMM Key - George Pickens (feat. Retro P) Lyrics
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Aye
Said I can't go bacc to them ways I was livin
But swear them days I been missing
Swear I can't ever turn my bacc on the trenches
I hit the dash now I'm spinning
And key just told me toss the chop now it's kickin
I kicc the cup ain't pourin up he off the wok he been mixin
Toss a bitch bacc to the curb he said she always be trippin
Been in the field just like a menace now we call him George Pickens
You can call me whatever jus know that i aint gon listen
I heard you sayin sum bout me guess that niggas been trippin
Get to subtracin like a fraction he in half like division
And for the rest of em i might jus have to make em go missin
Because these niggas been plottin, i guess i did somethin truthful
N everything i ever did was better 4 me, been useful
Im only 20, 21 a couple months im so youthful
Shit gettin hectic, grab my chop n shit gon get really crucial
I turn his brain into noodles, his shit gon turn into pasta
He shook his dreads before i shot em now he smoked like a rasta
I feel so fly like im Appa, aint no way ima crash
And if i do jus know i did it havin fun n a blast
Cuz aint no way i'd live this life i live regretting my last
Im cruisin on a highway, 2009 i count fast
Its game over, no cheat code ever gon bring you back
He's no longer, that boy stuck in the past, nigga
Aye
Said I can't go bacc to them ways I was livin
But swear them days I been missing
Swear I can't ever turn my bacc on the trenches
I hit the dash now I'm spinning
And key just told me toss the chop now it's kickin
I kicc the cup ain't pourin up he off the wok he been mixin
Toss a bitch bacc to the curb he said she always be trippin
Been in the field just like a menace now we call him George Pickens
Said I can't go bacc to them ways I was livin
But swear them days I been missing
Swear I can't ever turn my bacc on the trenches
I hit the dash now I'm spinning
And key just told me toss the chop now it's kickin
I kicc the cup ain't pourin up he off the wok he been mixin
Toss a bitch bacc to the curb he said she always be trippin
Been in the field just like a menace now we call him George Pickens
You can call me whatever jus know that i aint gon listen
I heard you sayin sum bout me guess that niggas been trippin
Get to subtracin like a fraction he in half like division
And for the rest of em i might jus have to make em go missin
Because these niggas been plottin, i guess i did somethin truthful
N everything i ever did was better 4 me, been useful
Im only 20, 21 a couple months im so youthful
Shit gettin hectic, grab my chop n shit gon get really crucial
I turn his brain into noodles, his shit gon turn into pasta
He shook his dreads before i shot em now he smoked like a rasta
I feel so fly like im Appa, aint no way ima crash
And if i do jus know i did it havin fun n a blast
Cuz aint no way i'd live this life i live regretting my last
Im cruisin on a highway, 2009 i count fast
Its game over, no cheat code ever gon bring you back
He's no longer, that boy stuck in the past, nigga
Aye
Said I can't go bacc to them ways I was livin
But swear them days I been missing
Swear I can't ever turn my bacc on the trenches
I hit the dash now I'm spinning
And key just told me toss the chop now it's kickin
I kicc the cup ain't pourin up he off the wok he been mixin
Toss a bitch bacc to the curb he said she always be trippin
Been in the field just like a menace now we call him George Pickens
Writer: Retro P, TMM Key
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid