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Come Around
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Come Around was released on October 10, 2019 by B.R.3 as a part of the album No Regrets
October 10, 2019
LabelB.R.3
LanguageEnglish
BPM75
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Get your motherfuckin' ass up out the car
Alright, ****, chill
Get out the car, man
Alright, ****, chill
****, don't make me rush you. Get your ass up out the car
Get up out the car
We at his head, I'm tryna take him out
That **** scared, my **** dead, they got me cryin' out
Lord help, I gotta kill him, that's gon' make him smile
The only way they catch me happy, if that **** down
Two to the neck, two to the face, say that's a man down
Two to the neck, two to the face, say that's a man down
Caught Buddy Lackin' like what's Brackin', magic playin' around
I lost my **** to the streets and to the jailhouse
Say when it's beef, we bring them choppers out
I got the drop on where he stay, we gotta crop him out
My lil' **** took a pledge the opps shot him down
Say when I creep, he better reap, he better get from round
Ain't got no patience with this shit, they laid my **** down
So now I'm loadin' up the Drake, he better not come around
Bullets went to the right person, bullets come around
223, that jersey fade away, he bitchin' out
Don't get misled, no kill concern, he gettin' murked now
You see these dimples in my face, bitch, I can smirk now
Say R.I.P., I missed the trap, it start to hurt now
Took two of mine, so now we swervin' on his turf now
These guns hold a hundred bullets like a Nerf, huh
He can't hang with us, we put him on a shirt, huh
Come back around, say we might find him in the dirt, huh
These bullets fuck a **** face, I bet they hurt, huh
We at his head, I'm tryna take him out
That **** scared, my **** dead, they got me cryin' out
Lord help, I gotta kill him, that's gon' make me smile
The only way they catch me happy, if that **** down
Two to the neck, two to the face, say that's a man down
Two to the neck, two to the face, say that's a man down
Caught Buddy Lackin' like it was brackin magic playin' around
I lost my **** to the streets and to the jailhouse
They put black up in the dirt, huh
See, after that, they took trap off this earth, bro
So now I'm trippin', my lil' **** put in work, bro
I'm on his ass like some motherfuckin' underwear
That **** runnin' from la ruger shooters everywhere
You killed my ****, you ain't finna breathe the same air
Don't pay attention, that shit mean that I don't care
My **** lookin' down at me, I know he up there
So all that beef shit, delete it, it's up there
Cause I got real beef, pussy, we don't need shells
We at his head, I'm tryna take him out
That **** scared, my **** dead, they got me cryin' out
Lord help, I gotta kill him, that's gon' make me smile
The only way they catch me happy if that **** down
Two to the neck, two to the face, say that's a man down
Two to the neck, two to the face, say that's a man down
Caught Buddy Lackin' like it was brackin magic playin' around
I lost my **** to the streets and to the jailhouse
We at his head, I'm tryna take him out
That **** scared, my **** dead, they got me cryin' out
Lord help, I gotta kill him, that's gon' make me smile
The only way they catch me happy if that **** down
Written by: Gerald Ray Jackson II, Troy Johnson
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