Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Again, artist - Jarren Benton. Date of issue: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Again |
| Again and again and again and again |
| Do it again, do it again |
| Yeah, might drop a bag on a bad bitch |
| She mad, shit, that head will put you in a casket |
| Diamonds are her BFF |
| Don’t need a man, she told that nigga to take three steps left |
| In love with designer clothes, not your typical kind of hoe |
| She swear her shit don’t stank like her ass and vagina glows |
| I’m like, «Sorry baby, that ass faker than gas face» |
| My cash straight, flickin' dope inside of the ash tray |
| She hit the pole like an acrobat |
| Back to back, throw a stack, and she make that ass clap |
| She pop that pussy for some red bottoms |
| Chanel bag, she got hella problems |
| But who am I to judge cuz I’m in this bitch like twenty-four |
| Seven blowin' bread ain’t no thang I got plenty more |
| Sucka for them thick hoes that look like center folds |
| Twerkin' on my lap without any clothes |
| Please do it |
| Again and again and again and again |
| Do it again, do it again |
| I love my home the sweetest peaches are fully grown |
| Fifty long she keep it strong my glow is on |
| Thick as ever her caramel is the softest tone |
| She all alone having photo shoots with her camera phone |
| Capturin' the essence of that God given blessin' |
| On God, That lil baby sittin' right between her legs |
| And then she showed me, told me |
| That she wanted to pick my brain slowly |
| Snails pace, pulled up |
| Hoppin' out the 'ville like I’m Issac Hayes |
| 1800 Coconut, Swishas and a zip of Haze |
| Zippa' stayed up until she walked back from the kitchen |
| And I really seen that ass in them sleepy time britches |
| Aggressively, next to me, with the recipe |
| To had my body feelin' like I been doin' some ecstasy |
| Like a sunset in Sicily all this scenery |
| Clouded from all this greenery |
| Baby can we agree to meet |
| Uh, these bitches savage |
| White girl sorcery, black girl magic |
| Ass so fat, she hit the block and stopped traffic |
| Said «watchu wanna be» she say «anything but average» |
| Lord have mercy I think these women gon' hurt me |
| She nasty in the sheets, in the streets these bitches so nerdy |
| I’m a-ddicted to good pussy and cash |
| these bitches want flashy bags |
| Yeah, i’m snatchin' freaks on fashion week |
| She wake up, gimme top, hit the block and go back to sleep, no Master P |
| Ain’t no limit how these women be gettin' it |
| Break a nigga for that cash, yeah that bitch is a menace |
| But who am I to judge cuz I’m in this bitch like twenty-four |
| Seven blowin' bread ain’t no thang I got plenty more |
| Sucka for them thick hoes that look like center folds |
| Twerkin' on my lap without any clothes |
| Please do it a- |