| Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you
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| I’ve been abused by this cold, cold world
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| Lord I’m going out I’m stacking all my benjamins
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| Swear to God that I can’t wait to shit on all my friends again
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| I’mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again
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| I’mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again
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| Long hair Trina looking like she got ass shots (Ooh!)
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| Doing pole a rope and sipping lean and soda I am not
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| Glock nine by the stop sign bout fifty thousand in the stash spot
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| Pray to God we don’t crash in the whip through the dash
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| I could tap the gas and make that ass drop
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| Ever wonder why your bitch look funny when the music playing
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| Been a gangster safe to say that I live everything I’m saying
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| Bend her over pull her hair and eat her pussy, lick her ass
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| And when we be cutting up her feet be in the ceiling fan
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| Hold up, let me get my roll on
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| Think I need another pocket just to put my phone on
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| H-h-h-hold on, let me get my roll on
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| Think I need another pocket just to put my phone on (Who there?)
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| Long nose, better get your donk on
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| Speaking with the wrong tone, that’ll get you dun dun
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| Thinking with my dick wasn’t nothing like a thong song
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| Looking for a two piece boom chicka boom boom
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| Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!)
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| Let you have a problem they won’t even help you out (Woah!)
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| Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you
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| I’ve been abused by this cold, cold world
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| Lord I’m going out I’m stacking all my benjamins
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| Swear to God that I can’t wait to shit on all my friends again
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| I’mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again
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| I’mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again
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| Pants sagging bout gat blasting while rats snitching I am tatted
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| Lean bad got bad habits yell a bitch from Lafayette fantastic
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| Dead broke, got mad ad it, I’m back stacking I’m flap-jacking
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| Your flap rattling you fat faggot, I’m back at it in the trap trapping
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| I love the bens, I’ve been camping, I’m standing strong, you bandwagon
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| I’m concrete, you transparent, my dick out, your hand grabbin
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| No can blame us, who grab bammas, eat yo block, then rim shaggin
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| No hidden cameras, from the back smashing, her ass clapping, I am nasty
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| Road to riches, go and get it and Daytona charges
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| Took a dive from not following our first mind
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| I was getting in the mail from UPS
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| If I tell you I’mma stay away from Juliet
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| I’m alive
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| Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!)
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| Let you have a problem they won’t even help you out (Woah!)
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| Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you
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| I’ve been abused by this cold, cold world
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| Lord I’m going out I’m stacking all my benjamins
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| Swear to God that I can’t wait to shit on all my friends again
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| I’mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again
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| I’mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Again , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album By Any Means, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп