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again - dave east lyrics

[intro]
f-ck your b-tch, and never talk again
if he don’t die
he’ll never walk again, he’ll never walk again
i got my focus up
i got my paper straight, i got my paper straight
the whole club turn around when i’m walking in
f-ck your b-tch, and never talk again (harlem)

[verse 1]
n-gg-s talkin’, they ain’t making sense
brand new foreign, bet it make ’em sick
ain’t gotta say a word, just to take your b-tch
i’m from harlem, hustlin’ will make me rich (east side)
a hundred nights, i made a hundred flips
hit the club, and all the b-tches wanna strip
put some money on your head, if you wanna diss
she suck my d-ck, and then she wanna kiss
must be out your mind, or on some sh-t (crazy)
sak’s fifth, got me on my sh-t
n-gg-s hatin’ on me, they be on my d-ck
took a couple verses just to flood the wrist
r.i.p. my cousin freaky
n-gg-s took him from me
i just want the money
never taking nothing from me
n-gg-s in they feelings, probably on they monthly
i was in the trap with cocaina and some baggies
probably with some junkies
now i chill across the water, do it for my daughter
dare a n-gg- touch me
i done seen a n-gg- get a 1 to 3, and tell on everybody with him
i done seen a n-gg- robbing n-gg-s that he know for pennies
sh-t ridiculous
n-gg-s love to say they will do your homework on them n-gg-s giving statements
i’m smoking cubans on vacation
my plug in cuba but he haitian
sak pase, i need a spot today
n-gg- with a att-tude, i ain’t dr. dre
my youngin’ got a lot to make your heart stop today
think of chinx when i’m in far rockaway
[hook]
f-ck your b-tch, and never talk again
if he don’t die i’ll never walk again
i got my focus up, i got my paper straight
the whole club turn around when i’m walking in
pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me
and they offer 10
valet driver going start the whip
get your money, they just talking sh-t

[hook]
f-ck your b-tch, and never talk again
if he don’t die i’ll never walk again
i got my focus up, i got my paper straight
the whole club turn around when i’m walking in
pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me
and they offer 10
valet driver going start the whip
get your money, they just talking sh-t

[verse 2]
i got a pound of the tree smoke
break it down to the ground, only thing i ever follow is the g-code
n-gg-s brand new cars getting repo’d
same ones acting tough getting deebo’d
ask your man about my sh-t, bet you he know
hottest young n-gg- on the east coast
sliding up lennox, me and three n-gg-s
looking like gutter, me and g-money he ain’t even know
got a glock-19 in my peacoat
my building keep complaining about the weed smoke
i’m tryna make a million off a mixtape
stash in the whip where the heat go
bad little b-tch tryna deep throat
i told her ain’t no way you fitting all this
this ain’t sour d, what you call this?
this ain’t actavis, what you call this?
the spot look funny? make a call quick
if she on my d-ck then we all hit
out of town on my running through the mall sh-t
and i ain’t get you in the summer, put you on my fall list
mid town pent house like a fortress
every time they see my face they get nauseous
down town condo, sh-t flawless
they ain’t coming in the crib, they ain’t gorgeous

[outro]
get your money they just talking sh-t

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