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Riff Raff feat. Skepta Lyrics
"Back From The Dead"

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[Hook: 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

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah, the baby blue coupe looks like baby food
My diamonds jumping out the gem 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, truce
I finesse the Jaguar, I candy coated my car
I got Butterfinger interior, intercept a miracle
[Hook: 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

[Verse 2: Skepta]
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
I'm back from the dead

[Hook: 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