ScHoolboy Q – Back n Love Lyrics

Back n Love Lyrics (feat. Devin Malik)

YeaH
RicH, ricH, ricH, ricH
RicH, ricH, ricH, ricH
RicH, ricH, ricH, ricH
RicH, ricH, ricH, ricH
Soo

Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit

THis a love triangle like wHere Bermuda is (Let’s go)
On a mission, be tHe voice of twenty tHousand kids
THe generation X
Triple H and sHit
On a mission, spent some dubs at tHe dealersHip
If you disregard my angels we can’t let you in
BitcH, it’s BMR, tHe squad can’t pay for membersHip (Aye)
TeacH you How to stacc some cHips
TeacH you How to go all in
Money gotta make
Bad bitcH, you know I gotta take
Off on a WraitH I’ll say
I was on tHe way, now tHe wraitH okay
Money on my mind, got my poccets in sHape
Okay, I’m in sHape
Money, we get paid
I’m tHe big man
Dog, get sHit stained

Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit

I’m a god to tHe bitcH, lil’ kid
I’m a god to tHe bitcH, lil’ bitcH
YeaH, ricH
‘Round nine I was tryna Have sex
THirteen and I caugHt a new flex
Ask wHy tHen you’ll probably get blessed
Yes, yes
Got an iceberg flooding my necc
Got tHe old bitcH really upset
Got a new tHing, wHat’d you expect?
Yes, yes
All your dead Homies, n**, wHo next?
WHere’s 6? ‘Bout to carry your flesH
How you lil’ ass n*** get stretcHed
Yes
WHen you fell down, wasn’t concerned
I was up top, wasn’t my turn
Heard drama made many of y’all birds
Hm, oH word?
Damn, Wop get a bitcH like Yeern
Grown man, I ain’t roccin’ no purse
On Crip, boy, you n*** need cHurcH (CHurcH)
Nerd ass n**, y’all n** nerds, man
Hurt, big time, I was poppin’ at birtH
Like Future, I was pusHin’ tHat work
Boy, HusH, sHoes all on your turf
HuH, uH
You a bitcH and your momma came first
Know your dad somewHere and He cursed
Burn in Hell, lil’ n**, you the worst
HuH, yeaH, yeaH
For tHis casH, start glazing tHe rats
First car my daugHter drove was a ‘BacH
I was Headed to tHe bread, wHere we at, wHere we at?
Hm, facts
Got a new car, got a new stasH
I was tryna go nortH and you mad
Blacc Santa, boy really got bags, bags
Top down, boy, look at my past
Got a gold grill, platinum my plaques
On tHe front line, Had to move saccs
Y’all lil’ rap n*** just rap
I be ’round tHe world putting up stats
Hm, facts
I Hate y’all n***, tHat’s tHat

Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit
Bacc in love witH tHis sHit

And I love you too, witH your Hatin’ ass
I love you, and I love you, yeaH
And I love you too, witH your Hatin’ ass
I see you, yeah, and I love you too, Hatin’ ass
Trick ass, Ho ass, I love you too witH your Hatin’ ass
BitcH ass, broke ass, lil’ ass, fuck ass
YeaH