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again? - daemoney lyrics

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[intro]
now they tryna see what’s up again ’cause i’m up again
but i f*cked her once, uh*uh*uh, she in love again
yeah
with a dub again
but i’m back sippin’ that mud again
yeah
it’s slaeski
yeah, ayy

[verse]
d*mn, i fell off, i seen n*ggas get to switchin’ up again (d*mn)
now i’m up again, these n*ggas tryna see what’s up again (haha)
she said that she was done and she hate my f*ckin’ guts again (oh yeah)
but i f*cked her once, now the b*tch done fell in love again (come on)
i’m gettin’ used to this, i’m in miami with a dub again (beep)
said that i was done, but i’m back sippin’ that mud again
i caught my rap check and said i’ll never bust a jugg again (i swear)
some sh*t ain’t go right, so i was back huggin’ the road again (yeah)
yeah, i still got my same ways, ain’t too many things changed (uh*uh)
still thuggin’ with the mafia, ’til i die, won’t nothin’ change (throw it up)
sh*t you n*ggas flashin’, go to saks, n*gga, that’s my change (lame)
i seen my opp in public, got to laughin’, n*gga, that’s your chain?
you say you caught me lackin’, ain’t get active, sh*t, ain’t that insane? (wow)
gave that b*tch the game like, “you see that, baby? that’s a lame”
my n*ggas gave me sauce, returned the favor, yeah, this rappin’ lane (yeah)
just keep workin’ on your craft and punch the gas, you gon’ be havin’ things (i swear)
she cut me off and thought that i was trippin’, i f*ck badder things
i ain’t got no heart, they done damaged, they done battered slae (i don’t)
i made my first eighty at twenty, i spent a rack a day (yeah)
blew it all and got it back, that’s how i got my stackin’ straight
they hate to see me winnin’, these n*ggas just wanna laugh at slae
same ones ain’t havin’ motion, need to get a bag from flay (broke*ass n*gga)
she all on my d*ck in the club, took her out back and slayed her (come on)
thirty minutes later, dropped her off and then i dropped an eighter
they know that that’s just how this sh*t go, i really get dough (yeah)
gift of gab, i can rap, flip dope, or i can pimp hoes (yeah)
high school, don scooped me in a rolls, this ain’t no limo (skrrt, skrrt)
get pape’, stay high, stay swag, yeah, that’s my m.o.
bape print all on my timbos, i paid six for it
i’m back on the drank and the percs heavy, i feel that itch on me (yeah)
toss a n*gga ass off the top rope like he mick foley (woah)
i’ll never stop goin’ in, i’m like rich homie
n*gga, i could be your big homie (for real)
i gotta go get a 41, that’s the big rollie (big one)
seventeen, poppin’ ggs, n*gga, i been rollin’ (duh)
sixteen, up a t roll, n*gga, i been on it (my n*gga)
that sh*t you n*ggas on, i been on it, so i ain’t big on it (come on, man)
these n*ggas live they life for the ‘gram or they can’t live on it (that’s crazy)
they say i’m gettin’ a lean belly, ‘member when my ribs was showin’ (remember)
i was tryna get a f*ckin’ bag, n*gga, i was hungry (yeah)
n*gga, i really want it (i swear)
tell me who gon’ stand tall in the rain and thunder (who?)
i’m in kc catchin’ bags like dwayne bowe (d*mn)
tryna go against the brand, n*gga, i ain’t goin’ (uh*uh)

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