Lil darkie, BRUHMANEGOD, Cxrpse - BACK IN LONG BEACH lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

I remember back in Long Beach
Sittin' in the crib
Everybody down bad, never on shit
A nigga wanna leave, but nobody got a whip
Spent the summertime sad
It was hotter than a bitch

Bitch tryna fuck, tobacco on the walls
Never thought I'd make it out
I put my back against the wall
All my opps a bunch of bitches
I know they wan' see me fall
I'm livin' happy at the end of it all
I've been up all night
Ain't take a shower in days
I'm runnin' low on dope
If it's a problem we fade
Crib dirty as a bitch
Still I'm gettin' paid


Livin' life with my niggas 'fore
The end of my days
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I remember back in Long Beach
Sittin' in the crib
Everybody down bad, never on shit
A nigga wanna leave, but nobody got a whip
Spent the summertime sad
It was hotter than a bitch

Lowkey under the pressure
You couldn't get through to him
Not with hundreds of lectures
Live my life
Finding ways to remove all the stressors
Saw everyone dyin' off
Guess it's all for the better
Dead men walk on
Hope the rest all find their ways
Trap yourself behind a lock
You pissed away, you pissed 'em off
Took your only handful and now
You threw it out
Stupid, stupid child
Nothing you can do about it
What you looking sad for? You
Got what you asked for
Shoot and hit the backboard, go
Get your own bag
Whore
And that's for anybody wastin'
Their time talkin' down
Actin' really tough and now
Boy up in Dorado, you the softest cloud
Tryna be the talk of town
He lackin' now, but walk him out
The action is to stop the sound

I've been waitin' for you
I've been waitin' for you, for you
Uh, uh, uh, uh

I remember back in Long Beach
Sittin' in the crib
Everybody down bad, never on shit
A nigga wanna leave, but nobody got a whip
Spent the summertime sad
It was hotter than a bitch

I remember back in Long
Beach rentin' an apartment
Tryna buy some Grabba but
My niggas getting carded
Told a nigga at the smoke
Shop that he acting retarded
I could walk to the opp crib if I wanted
But I probably won't
You grow slower when you made out of stone
I guess
Niggas switched and now they
Sleep on my floor
The cold shoulder, ho, pick up the phone
I just wanna, wanna, wanna talk
Wanna talk to you
What are you afraid of, pussy? I fuck those
I've been in the alley
Drinkin' with cut throat
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, you hypocrite nutso
Suck my fuckin' skin off my
Dick and my balls
If it fit in her walls, then it brick
Tuck yo' fuckin' prick in your
Pants and go make
Up a dance that could get you some clicks
Nigga
You could be big
I remember back in Long Beach
Sittin' in the crib with no air condition
It's some bad conditions
And I got just what I wanted out
Moved into a crib right when I wanted out

I remember back in Long Beach
Sittin' in the crib
Everybody down bad, never on shit
A nigga wanna leave, but nobody got a car
Everybody pussy while they hatin' from afar

Yeah, throwin' up a hundred times
A hundred for a hundred more
Two-hundred forties
Probably about two-hundred forty get me horny
She want like two-hundred forty dollars worth
Of bottles she could swallow
I said, "Bitch
You look like Frida Kahlo" ugh
Shoutout Frida Kahlo though
Geronimo and Dominos free delivery
I made lots of homies that can know me one
Minute and change who they appear to be
Shape shift and left me
Left me like Blake Griffin
Rape Riffin, fake grippin', BAPE shipment
Lame niggas came with us
Ain't leave with 'em
Goin' under when the seas hit 'em
And weighin' heavy on a hard heart
Darkie likin' how the tree get 'em
Sniffin' weed out like an aardvark
I don't really wanna be settin' an example
For the way that y'all are
'Cause I live percussion, I can be rhythm
But it's jammin' with 'em
That's the hard part

What the fuck were you just saying?
That didn't even make any fuckin' sense
Ayy, suck my fuckin' dick