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Lately Video (MV)




Performed By: Comeback Kid
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Lawrence Richard




Comeback Kid - Lately Lyrics




Lately
Lately
Wasn't f*cking with a nigga lately
Wasn't f*cking with a nigga

You won't catch me running f*cking around with all these f*ck arounds
You won't catch me talking to them people, bitch, I'm laying down
You won't catch me running from no nigga, bitch, I'm spraying rounds
Know my people standing right beside me, they going tear it down

Younging crashing ain't got no head on his shoulder
Stand on ten, lil bitch, I'm solid like a boulder
Try to flip the script on me, they close the folder
Niggas clapping all they sticks, sound like magnolia

Niggas know I come through with the goons, we kicking doors down
Strike a pose, all them niggas pussy, they put they poles down
Said I was going quit, bitch, I still ain't do it, ain't put the joes down
You come with your blitz, then we going rock, lil bitch, we getting our roll on

Thinking bout that money, nigga, lately, lately
Nigga run up on me, bitch, I'm spraying him, bitch, I'm spraying him
Locked behind them chains, bitch, you be wishing that you free huh
Tryna make a sack, count that shit end of the week huh

Bitch, you know I'm raised in it
Backpack on my back, bitch, I got K's in it
Strap all on my hip, bitch, I got aim with it
Don't need you around for me to bang with it
What then got you out your top, uh,

Flashing out them bitches got me, made my temper hot
Say you want them bags, but you can't even get them bitches out
Wanda found out about them P's, but still ain't kick a nigga out
Told me that my partners wasn't for me, I had to go find out

Black and white, them niggas ratting, knew that boy was Ratatouille
Say you street, but, bitch, you capping, can't believe that boy went do it
Pulling up with all these clips, look like we finna shoot a movie
Pulling up, this shit on sight, look like we finna go and do it

Niggas scared, niggas ain't getting bread
Niggas hard to find, catch a body, disappear
Make it hard to find you, drinking hen, I'm in the wind
Somebody pass the lighter, I'm with gang them, I'm with twin
We out here surviving
Pop a perk feel like I'm stuck up on the roof
Cut you off the first time, you don't tell the truth
How you trying to spit the game I spit on you
Lately, it been feeling like I'm not going get with you

Uh, lately, lately, lately, lately
Wasn't f*cking with a nigga lately, lately

Don't you owe me money, nigga, pay me, pay me
Bread on top your head a leave you brainless
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Lately
Lately
Wasn't f*cking with a nigga lately
Wasn't f*cking with a nigga

You won't catch me running f*cking around with all these f*ck arounds
You won't catch me talking to them people, bitch, I'm laying down
You won't catch me running from no nigga, bitch, I'm spraying rounds
Know my people standing right beside me, they going tear it down

Younging crashing ain't got no head on his shoulder
Stand on ten, lil bitch, I'm solid like a boulder
Try to flip the script on me, they close the folder
Niggas clapping all they sticks, sound like magnolia

Niggas know I come through with the goons, we kicking doors down
Strike a pose, all them niggas pussy, they put they poles down
Said I was going quit, bitch, I still ain't do it, ain't put the joes down
You come with your blitz, then we going rock, lil bitch, we getting our roll on

Thinking bout that money, nigga, lately, lately
Nigga run up on me, bitch, I'm spraying him, bitch, I'm spraying him
Locked behind them chains, bitch, you be wishing that you free huh
Tryna make a sack, count that shit end of the week huh

Bitch, you know I'm raised in it
Backpack on my back, bitch, I got K's in it
Strap all on my hip, bitch, I got aim with it
Don't need you around for me to bang with it
What then got you out your top, uh,

Flashing out them bitches got me, made my temper hot
Say you want them bags, but you can't even get them bitches out
Wanda found out about them P's, but still ain't kick a nigga out
Told me that my partners wasn't for me, I had to go find out

Black and white, them niggas ratting, knew that boy was Ratatouille
Say you street, but, bitch, you capping, can't believe that boy went do it
Pulling up with all these clips, look like we finna shoot a movie
Pulling up, this shit on sight, look like we finna go and do it

Niggas scared, niggas ain't getting bread
Niggas hard to find, catch a body, disappear
Make it hard to find you, drinking hen, I'm in the wind
Somebody pass the lighter, I'm with gang them, I'm with twin
We out here surviving
Pop a perk feel like I'm stuck up on the roof
Cut you off the first time, you don't tell the truth
How you trying to spit the game I spit on you
Lately, it been feeling like I'm not going get with you

Uh, lately, lately, lately, lately
Wasn't f*cking with a nigga lately, lately

Don't you owe me money, nigga, pay me, pay me
Bread on top your head a leave you brainless
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Writer: Lawrence Richard
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