Back From The Dead Lyrics - Riff Raff

Back from the dead, back from the dead 

Back from the, back from the dead 

Back from the dead, back from the dead 

Back from the, back from the dead 

Yeah, the baby blue coupe looks like baby food 

My diamonds jumping out the gym since preschool 

You a typewriter, I'm the type to collect titles 

Yeah, Versace gingivitis, diamonds on my pacifier 

I even as a youth crushed jewels upon my tooth 

Throw the car seat out the roof, I hit the state troops 

I finessed the Jaguar, I candy coated my car 

I got Butterfinger interior, intercept a miracle 

Back from the dead, back from the dead 

Back from the, back from the dead 

Back from the dead, back from the dead 

Back from the, back from the dead 

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If I had to take a L 

Take it on the chin (mhm) 

Lennox Lewis ting (bling) 

All I do is win (bling) 

Seattle for my bling (ice) 

All you hear is 'shing' 

Chicken wing swing 

When I'm dancing with my ting 

You think you're scary? 

I'm dead already 

My funeral was amazing 

It was beautiful (sick) 

Doves flying 

Brothers blazing in the cubicles (s'matter?) 

Fakes crying 

Rest in peace 

It's so delusional 

But I know that's the usual 

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Back from the dead, back from the dead 

Back from the, back from the dead 

Back from the dead, back from the dead 

Back from the, back from the dead