Jarren Benton, A.Leon Craft - Again lyrics
[Jarren Benton, A.Leon Craft - Again lyrics]
Again and again and again and again
Do it again, do it again
Yeah, might drop a bag on a bad bitch
She mad, shit
That head will put you in a casket
Diamonds are her BFF don't need a man
She told that nigga to take three steps left
In love with designer clothes
Not your typical kind of hoe
She swear her shit don't stank like
Her ass and vagina glows
I'm like, "Sorry baby
That ass faker than gas face"
My cash straight
Flickin' dope inside of the ash tray
She hit the pole like an acrobat
Back to back, throw a stack
And she make that ass clap
She pop that pussy for some red bottoms
Chanel bag, she got hella problems
But who am I to judge cuz
I'm in this bitch like twenty-four
Seven blowin' bread ain't no thang
I got plenty more
Sucka for them thick hoes that
Look like center folds
Twerkin' on my lap without any clothes
Please do it
Again and again and again and again
Do it again, do it again
I love my home the sweetest
Peaches are fully grown
Fifty long she keep it strong my glow is on
Thick as ever her caramel is the softest tone
She all alone having photo shoots
With her camera phone
Capturin' the essence of that
God given blessin' on God
That lil baby sittin' right between her legs
And then she showed me, told me
That she wanted to pick my brain slowly
Snails pace, pulled up
Hoppin' out the 'ville like I'm Issac Hayes
1800 Coconut, Swishas and a zip of Haze
Zippa' stayed up until she walked
Back from the kitchen
And I really seen that ass
In them sleepy time britches
Aggressively, next to me, with the recipe
To had my body feelin' like
I been doin' some ecstasy
Like a sunset in Sicily all this scenery
Clouded from all this greenery
Baby can we agree to meet
Uh, these bitches savage
White girl sorcery, black girl magic
Ass so fat
She hit the block and stopped traffic
Said "watchu wanna be" she
Say "anything but average"
Lord have mercy I think these
Women gon' hurt me she nasty in the sheets
In the streets these bitches so nerdy
I'm a-ddicted to good pussy and cash
These bitches want flashy bags
Yeah, i'm snatchin' freaks on fashion week
She wake up, gimme top, hit the
Block and go back to sleep, no Master P
Ain't no limit how these women be gettin' it
Break a nigga for that cash
Yeah that bitch is a menace
But who am I to judge cuz
I'm in this bitch like twenty-four
Seven blowin' bread ain't no thang
I got plenty more
Sucka for them thick hoes that
Look like center folds
Twerkin' on my lap without any clothes
Please do it a-
Do it again, do it again
Yeah, might drop a bag on a bad bitch
She mad, shit
That head will put you in a casket
Diamonds are her BFF don't need a man
She told that nigga to take three steps left
In love with designer clothes
Not your typical kind of hoe
She swear her shit don't stank like
Her ass and vagina glows
I'm like, "Sorry baby
That ass faker than gas face"
My cash straight
Flickin' dope inside of the ash tray
She hit the pole like an acrobat
Back to back, throw a stack
And she make that ass clap
She pop that pussy for some red bottoms
Chanel bag, she got hella problems
But who am I to judge cuz
I'm in this bitch like twenty-four
Seven blowin' bread ain't no thang
I got plenty more
Sucka for them thick hoes that
Look like center folds
Twerkin' on my lap without any clothes
Please do it
Again and again and again and again
Do it again, do it again
I love my home the sweetest
Peaches are fully grown
Fifty long she keep it strong my glow is on
Thick as ever her caramel is the softest tone
She all alone having photo shoots
With her camera phone
Capturin' the essence of that
God given blessin' on God
That lil baby sittin' right between her legs
And then she showed me, told me
That she wanted to pick my brain slowly
Snails pace, pulled up
Hoppin' out the 'ville like I'm Issac Hayes
1800 Coconut, Swishas and a zip of Haze
Zippa' stayed up until she walked
Back from the kitchen
And I really seen that ass
In them sleepy time britches
Aggressively, next to me, with the recipe
To had my body feelin' like
I been doin' some ecstasy
Like a sunset in Sicily all this scenery
Clouded from all this greenery
Baby can we agree to meet
Uh, these bitches savage
White girl sorcery, black girl magic
Ass so fat
She hit the block and stopped traffic
Said "watchu wanna be" she
Say "anything but average"
Lord have mercy I think these
Women gon' hurt me she nasty in the sheets
In the streets these bitches so nerdy
I'm a-ddicted to good pussy and cash
These bitches want flashy bags
Yeah, i'm snatchin' freaks on fashion week
She wake up, gimme top, hit the
Block and go back to sleep, no Master P
Ain't no limit how these women be gettin' it
Break a nigga for that cash
Yeah that bitch is a menace
But who am I to judge cuz
I'm in this bitch like twenty-four
Seven blowin' bread ain't no thang
I got plenty more
Sucka for them thick hoes that
Look like center folds
Twerkin' on my lap without any clothes
Please do it a-