Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Here We Go Again , by - Mark BattlesRelease date: 08.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Here We Go Again |
| Like here we go againnn, I’m back |
| Gotta put my city on the map |
| Had to get my bro out the trap |
| Shows gettin' packed like here we go againnn |
| Let’s ride, everybody one hundred on my side |
| Niggas know I’ll die for my squad, eye for an eye |
| Here we go againnn |
| Here we go againnn |
| I’m done playin' this is it, really feelin' blessed God gave me a gift |
| Yeah, that’s my side chick but she faithful as shit |
| 3s up, Vs up and I ain’t gonna quit |
| Had her on her knees givin' thanks to the dick |
| Fell in love quick, put my name on her tit |
| Gang in this bitch, flame as it gets |
| When we talkin' about greats, put my name in the mix |
| Feed me a beat, I’ma mangle the shit |
| Insides blue like I strangled the whip |
| Do anything for a shirt and a pic |
| F.O.D. |
| know you heard of the clique |
| We’re all authentic, every word is legit |
| See you goin' fast but you swervin' and shit |
| Niggas peewee league, better learn how to hit |
| Self made nigga, yeah I earned every bit (quit) |
| Can you stop with the pop shots? |
| Got guap in our socks, now we top notch |
| I get this bitch jumpin' like hopscotch |
| Takin' anybody here for the top spot |
| Nigga you don’t want no smoke, like a nigga that don’t smoke that be sittin' |
| there quiet in a hotbox |
| Better watch for the shot clock, 3s up, nigga why not? |
| Now here we go againnn, I’m back |
| Gotta put my city on the map |
| Had to get my bro out the trap |
| Shows gettin' packed like here we go againnn |
| Let’s ride, everybody want a hundred on the side |
| Niggas know I die for my squad, eye for an eye |
| Here we go againnn |
| I been this way for so long |
| I swear to God I ain’t changin' |
| I’m just thankin' God that we made it |
| Don’t come up short on my payments |
| That’s dangerous (that's dangerous) |
| I’m livin' life they can’t tame me |
| No favors, no favors |
| Like here we go again |
| Yo, Here we go again |
| I’ma pull up on em in a brand new Benz |
| Day 1 homies, ain’t no new friends |
| Hella bars in the car, we don’t do this for pretend |
| Regardless, heartless if they cross me |
| Always came the hardest, watch 'em, they my offspring |
| Often been the target, the wall my back was up on it |
| You broad wanna back up on it, I’m guarded, momma you lost me |
| I don’t play games with it, independent hall of fame with it, with my name |
| written |
| You ain’t bang with us, you a fake, you stay kiddin' |
| You say you wanna see me when I’m out but you stay hidden |
| I don’t stray with it, you play pimpin', I’m ballin' |
| 6 figure cheques still on the desk in my office |
| 6 did it best, I’m growin', it’s time to harvest |
| Smarter with the talkin' you think that I went to Harvard |
| Coffins I’m fillin' em, feelin' like I need Ritalin |
| Drillin' 'em off adrenaline, someone gonna need to reel 'em in |
| Riddles written with synonyms, venomous |
| Futuristic is iller then competition, I’m in it to get the benjamins |
| Give em to all my niggas and take a trip with some women friends |
| Genuine since beginning, my vision is what I’m livin' in |
| Woah, that boy cold, I’ma pass it to my nigga like |
| Now here we go againnn, I’m back |
| Gotta put my city on the map |
| Had to get my bro out the trap |
| Shows gettin' packed like here we go againnn |
| Let’s ride, everybody want a hundred on the side |
| Niggas know I die for my squad, eye for an eye |
| Here we go againnn |
| Here we go againnn |
| I been this way for so long |
| I swear to God, I ain’t changin' |
| I’m just thankin' God that we made it |
| Don’t come up short on my payments |
| That’s dangerous (that's dangerous) |
| I’m livin' life that can’t tame me |
| No favours, no favours |
| Like here we go again |
| Niggas sell papers just to put dick in a slut |
| Terminator guns, should of lift up a truck |
| Squares in a circle, can’t kick it with us |
| We in the bitch, got it lit like cigarette butts |
| Unorthodox, they can’t put me in a box |
| A-town nigga till they put me in a box |
| I’m flexin' on 'em, tell 'em put me in the drop |
| My diamonds two step, bank account Milly Rock |
| Trap niggas at the Met Galla, MAC-11 uh, watch the head splatter |
| Put 'em in the ocean with the red snappers |
| Guillotine Benton, I behead rappers |
| Hoppin' out the foreign like, gangster bitch servin' niggas, soccer |
| Hatin' as nigga get a hobby, gang of bad bitches give me sloppy |
| Poppin' tags, threw a bag at a body, fresh to death, toe tag on my body |
| Kamikaze hitman, Luca Brasi, bullet holes in your man’s new Ferarri |
| My side bitch let me fuck her and her friends |
| If you ain’t fam nigga then it’s fuck you and your friends |
| It’s the God in this bitch, the whole city goin' in |
| Got the motherfucker jumpin' like |
| Now here we go againnn, I’m back |
| Gotta put my city on the map |
| Had to get my bro out the trap |
| Shows gettin' packed like here we go againnn |
| Let’s ride, everybody want a hundred on the side |
| Niggas know I die for my squad, eye for an eye |
| Here we go againnn |
| Here we go againnn |
| I been this way for so long |
| I swear to God, I ain’t changin' |
| I’m just thankin' God that we made it |
| Don’t come up short on my payments |
| That’s dangerous (that's dangerous) |
| I’m livin' life that can’t tame me |
| No favours, no favours |
| Like here we go againnn |