Come Back by Margiela Myers Lyrics
(Hook)
I was gone so long.. they thought -/
I would never... come back /
But I’m in the pot... tryna whip it -/
Til’ it come back /
Your work, don’t bling, like my diamonds... /
I don’t want it /
There’s 50K cash in that Louis bag -/
From harmonics /
X2
(Verse)
“Margiela, Margiela” .. hello who, is this? /
He came back like a magician -/
Louis bag, fulla tricks ..../
Designer rags, like I’m rich /
But i still might fuck ya bitch down on the floor -/
Like i’m poor, she said I changed /
I said sure... i got that coke and it’s pure.. /
-
Hit the roads, do the tour, got these junkies -/
Banging needles, like the work - is the cure /
Went from sitting in a cell, now every salе - i secure /
Dead facеs piling up, like all these -/
Junkmail, brochures... yea /
-
Me and my niggas we one of a kind /
All in the cut, ain’t no - standing in line /
Cartier frames fulla ice, like i’m blind /
But i see the hate, and it’s fine /
I don’t backstab, or send shots at the spine... /
‘Send em the sign, you decline /
It don’t take none of my time, so think about taking -/
What’s mine - i’m taking your mi-i-ind .../
(Hook)
I was gone so long.. they thought -/
I would never... come back /
But I’m in the pot... tryna whip it -/
Til it come back /
Your work, don’t bling, like my diamonds... /
I don’t want it /
There’s 50K cash in that Louis bag -/
From harmonics... /
X2
(Verse II)
From verse to verse, traverse with words /
Each bar, like several CERBS /
You ain’t got it, like i got it you need practice /
Go to church, you’re fuckin’ scared in the streets /
Say a word, not to me /
Cuz my niggas’ pull up, Jamaicans - with crocodile teeth/
If you want it, you can get it /
Anyday of the week, know my traphouses -/
Stay open, like 7/11 /
See, no more being locked up /
Now i ride - foreign fleet /
Everywhere I go, I’m looking thru Cartier on me /
I got ice - ice, baby what you want? /
I can pay the price /
If you wanna talk a come back, yeah I made it twice /
I sat down for several years, while they -/
Read me my rights /
Now I step out, shoes with spikes, ears with ice /
I’m doin’ nice, but …
(Hook)
I was gone so long.. they thought -/
I would never... come back /
But I’m in the pot... tryna whip it -/
Til’ it come back /
Your work, don’t bling, like my diamonds... /
I don’t want it /
There’s 50K cash in that Louis bag -/
From harmonics /
X2
(Verse)
“Margiela, Margiela” .. hello who, is this? /
He came back like a magician -/
Louis bag, fulla tricks ..../
Designer rags, like I’m rich /
But i still might fuck ya bitch down on the floor -/
Like i’m poor, she said I changed /
I said sure... i got that coke and it’s pure.. /
-
Hit the roads, do the tour, got these junkies -/
Banging needles, like the work - is the cure /
Went from sitting in a cell, now every salе - i secure /
Dead facеs piling up, like all these -/
Junkmail, brochures... yea /
-
Me and my niggas we one of a kind /
All in the cut, ain’t no - standing in line /
Cartier frames fulla ice, like i’m blind /
But i see the hate, and it’s fine /
I don’t backstab, or send shots at the spine... /
‘Send em the sign, you decline /
It don’t take none of my time, so think about taking -/
What’s mine - i’m taking your mi-i-ind .../
(Hook)
I was gone so long.. they thought -/
I would never... come back /
But I’m in the pot... tryna whip it -/
Til it come back /
Your work, don’t bling, like my diamonds... /
I don’t want it /
There’s 50K cash in that Louis bag -/
From harmonics... /
X2
(Verse II)
From verse to verse, traverse with words /
Each bar, like several CERBS /
You ain’t got it, like i got it you need practice /
Go to church, you’re fuckin’ scared in the streets /
Say a word, not to me /
Cuz my niggas’ pull up, Jamaicans - with crocodile teeth/
If you want it, you can get it /
Anyday of the week, know my traphouses -/
Stay open, like 7/11 /
See, no more being locked up /
Now i ride - foreign fleet /
Everywhere I go, I’m looking thru Cartier on me /
I got ice - ice, baby what you want? /
I can pay the price /
If you wanna talk a come back, yeah I made it twice /
I sat down for several years, while they -/
Read me my rights /
Now I step out, shoes with spikes, ears with ice /
I’m doin’ nice, but …
(Hook)