Bring It Back (remix) Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

[Hook: Trouble] 

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah 

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah 

Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout them stack 

'Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back 

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[Verse: Tyler, The Creator] 

Ayo, Converse selling out they got their thumbs tied 

Re-up on my deal let's make it 1-5 

And I ain't talking point that gorilla if I point 

He gon' get you that's the point no lie 

Hit the gas and we outta there (skrt) 

Like it's mountain wear 

Lately, I've been dolo in this bitch 

Shout out Solo that's big sis 

Shout out Frankie that's big bro 

Ya lil' homie running shit no question 

Casio the mothafuckin' watch 

800 in a day, my boy that's just one drop 

Invest in stocks that's the other plan 

Two-story bed I hit the running man 

Baby boy no photo 

Long sleeve my polo 

Casio no Rolo' 

Parmesan my bolo 

VVS my necky, necky heavy flooded 

We done broke them levees anything for Fetti 

But don't let it get to you 

These niggas tripping they shoe in the gutter 

They gonna ruin their future with shit that they doing like 

Flexin' on the 'Gram about a bank deposit (hmm) 

Yeah that shit addicting, shit is hypnotizing (hmm) 

Claiming that you rich like bitch we know you lying (yuh) 

What yo backyard look like? What yo mama driving? 

Mane, call me flame 

I'm lighting niggas, I'm an animal, fuck is tame? 

Young wild nigga its the WANG (it's them GOLF boys) 

G boy, geez boy, he that boy, boy, you a decoy (yuh) 

Fuck boy, heard you want beef, bitch you eat soy 

Us and them, we ain't got time, bitch I'm Pink Floyd, yuh 

Sapphire's gelatin, niggas is repetitive 

Amex 'cause my pockets is what I can't fit my cheddar in 

Sleeping on me sedative 

Who these niggas better than? 

Is the answer me? Hmm uh no, negative 

Yuh 

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[Outro: Trouble & Tyler, The Creator] 

Ounces in my mothafuckin' pantry (eah) 

Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin', yeah 

Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah (Golf boys in this shit) 

Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty (Shout out to Trouble) 

Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat, yeah (Shout out to Mike WiLL) 

I'ma get some Cho-Cho, one thing 'bout me, yeah 

Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that 

I could put you front line, just bring it back