J.R. Writer - The Great One's Back lyrics

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Hook:

Okay Benz all white, shades all black

Pimp on sight, get your dame all snatched

I say it on camera, where you lames all wack,

Run and tell them amateurs just the great one’s back.

The great one’s back, the great one’s back.

Put me in the pan I bet you make more crack,

I say it on camera where you lames all wack,

Run and tell them amateurs just the great one’s back.

The great one’s back, the great one’s back.

I’m tryin’ to keep it sane,

but these niggas will do anything for 5 minutes of fame

how can I explain I’m the fliest in the game

a nigga ride high like he drive around a plane

I ain’t gotta aim, that’s ‘cause I ain’t gotta aim

You frontin’ I will book you like you flying out to Spain

When I send a gang to find you it’s a shame,

How you gotta hang, you remind me of Hussein

Come get me ‘cause I’m ready, this 50 clip is heavy

Not tryin’ to be a bully, but these niggas gonna respect me

Check me it’s the thunda, never been a fronter

Tell your girlfriend to stop texting me her number

Tell the Heffer I don’t want her, you messing with a stunner

Just flew in from DR with something sexy for the summer,

Different type of jewels shining every fucking color,

Unless you signed to ruga you will never be a gunner mother*cka

Hook:

Benz all white, shades all black

Pimp on sight, get your dame all snatched

I say it on camera, where you lames all wack,

Run and tell them amateurs just the great one’s back.

The great one’s back, the great one’s back.

Put me in the pan I bet you make more crack,

I say it on camera where you lames all wack,

Run and tell them amateurs just the great one’s back.

The great one’s back, the great one’s back.