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Again
by King-F
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Load up the weapons, I'm ready for action
I'm 'bout to go get a backend, I fucked up some money
But now I'm just stacking, investing my money
I'm savage straight off the corner, I'm rocking Givenchy
I know my niggas behind me, I'm having money
But watch everybody, I know this shit can get grimey
She wanna fuck, but I'm making her wait
'Cause I gotta fill up my safe
She's got a job, she gets in my car
She's sucking me up on her break
And I'm really up, I'm getting this cake
They know me inside of the bank
Duckin' the jakes, they raided the crib
But we never leave them a trace
Niggas be rats, they work with detectives
Why would you give a confession?
When I'm in the city, I shop at the Webster
I never had an investor, invested in crack
Invested in pounds, they're selling that shit to get extra
Don't play in the streets 'cause you will be tested
This shit will teach you a lesson
I walk out the spot, I jump in a Benz
I had to do it again
And niggas, they thought that I was gon' lose
But I had to come back and win
This bitch so bad and her ass so fat
That I want to hit it again
We run up the money, we blow that shit
And then we go get it again*
Load up the weapons, I'm ready for action
I'm 'bout to go get a backend, I fucked up some money
But now I'm just stacking, investing my money
I'm savage straight off the corner, I'm rocking Givenchy
I know my niggas behind me, I'm having money
But watch everybody, I know this shit can get grimey
She wanna fuck, but I'm making her wait
'Cause I gotta fill up my safe
She's got a job, she gets in my car
She's sucking me up on her break
And I'm really up, I'm getting this cake
They know me inside of the bank
Duckin' the jakes, they raided the crib
But we never leave them a trace
Niggas be rats, they work with detectives
Why would you give a confession?
When I'm in the city, I shop at the Webster
I never had an investor, invested in crack
Invested in pounds, they're selling that shit to get extra
Don't play in the streets 'cause you will be tested
This shit will teach you a lesson
I walk out the spot, I jump in a Benz
I had to do it again
And niggas, they thought that I was gon' lose
But I had to come back and win
This bitch so bad and her ass so fat
That I want to hit it again
We run up the money, we blow that shit
And then we go get it again*
