Once Again

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Yeah, aight, bitch
 What's up with that motherfucking mouth?
 Oh God, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Helluva made the beat baby)
 Ayy, usually do a white bitch with a slatt one
 Got a bad bitch with a fat one
 She like bitches more than me so on Fridays, we do captions
 Like Uzi's, not Madsen's
 She like Mac Dre, I like Andre
 I'ma ball hard like DeAndre
 Need a paycheck like Beyoncé
 Not tryna be your fiancé
 My sister's boyfriend light skinned, his name Keyence
 Told him if he hurt her, I'ma hurt him on my papa (So pops)
 Pull up to his mama house with the big choppa (Brrrr)
 Ayy, forty racks will put that jet in the air
 I'm like fuck it, let me go up on the slaps 'cause I'm here
 So I said on my daddy grave, ain't no man that I fear
 I ain't talking - when I say, "Clap at this here"
 Niggas showing they true colors, get my clorox
 Your favorite rapper chain
 Know he's in an out the projects (Fuck that)
 Make a nigga bitch do some pork chops
 I used to hear shots, now I ain't got to keep my doors locked
 With they baby mama only time they acting tough
 We heard I had a shootout, ain't nobody dying, wasn't us
 Say whatever you want about the Glock 9's
 Even if it's slippery, can't let our opps slide (Never)
 Had a foreign, yeah, the shit with the frog eyes
 Bad bitch, on the neck, she be darkin' guys
 I'ma dog that bitch like some leftovers
 And a big boy house, call that chef over
 Broke whip a Range Rover, uh
 Built like a lick to say the least
 Fifteen thousand on a fleece
 Blue and red like police
 Got a bad bitch with a tint Rose, sun down
 Nigga hot, a nigga 8 ball, playstation
 Pull up to the sock, fuck his mama in her back
 Bend her over, hold her mouth
 Told her, "Take it like a real bitch"
 Then she went south, sucking dick like a pro
 Swallow mouth like a taste tester on a Go Pro
 On a Go Pro, bitch, want the crib?
 Fuck the bank 'cause I don't want to know (Where your cash?)
 Yachty still got the money from that one endorsement (That's some M's)
 Hellcat, red key, that's the mini horses (Uh)
 In the club with all Franklins, throwin' Georges
 Walking through the airport, hoping they don't call the dogs
 Got more frost than a bitch, I'm just hoping that I thaw
 I'm beefing with your mans, here go 50, take his head off
 Bankrolls so fucking sloppy I can't spread it all
 Wait, who that creeping in the car, the windows down (Who's that?)
 That might be bro, he's supposed to pull up with some loud (All good)
 They started shooting tell them kids go in the house (Bop bop)
 They heard the AR, make them niggas turn to rubble (Brr)
 Fuck his bitch in a pretty ass night gown
 She get drunk off of Titos, believe that
 Fuck that bitch from the back, grab her weed tracks
 Why these bitches want both? Mind your beeswax
 Make your bitch take my kids, they like deep facts
 Put a crease in her butt like some water slacks
 Pussy wet, got me feeling like a merman
 AI, AK's like the Taliban
 Tell her fryin' niggas getting money like the Wheel of Fortune
 Used to ride around crakin' cars with no AC unit
 She was really scorching so my wrist tell my arm to pull the
 Teeth with the porcelain, and now she's better than some old MILF
 Niggas talkin' about what they 'bout to do, ayy
 Boy we already in motion
 Fuck with us, we crack that melon (Fuck with us, we crack that head)
 We aim it at abdominals, ayy (We aim at your body)
 Try me if you feeling heroic, I'm strapped like a Trojan
 You know I ain't spreadin' shit, when I start strikin' or bowlin'
 He say Grizzley, you don't fuck with me, get out your emotions
 Black thought I tell you fool
 We already got to this shit, we spoken, nigga
 Now our prices is the lowest
 Ayy, but them show prices the highest
 Ayy, man my heart probably the darkest
 Bitch but hour ice probably the brightest, nigga
 

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Duration
02:50
Key
10
Tempo
104 BPM

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