Kevin Gates - Again lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - Again lyrics]
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Everybody around you pretending that
They your partner (Woah)
Let you have a problem they
Won't even help you out (Woah)
Smiling in your face
You turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Lord I'm going hard I'm
Stacking all my benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to
Shit on all my friends again
I'ma pull up Benz again
P-p-pull up Benz again
I'ma pull up Benz again
P-p-pull up Benz again
Long hair Dreka looking like
She got ass shots (O oh)
Doing pole-a-robics sipping lean and
Soda I am not
Glock nine by the stop sign bout
Fifty thousand in the stash spot
Pray to God we don't crash in
The whip through the dash
I could tap the gas and make that ass drop
Ever wonder why your bitch look
Funny when the music playing
Been a gangster safe to say that
I live everything I'm saying
Bend her over pull her hair
And eat her pussy, lick her ass
And when we be cutting up her
Feet be in the ceiling fan
Hold up, let me get my roll on
Think I need another pocket just
To put my phone on
H-h-h-hold on, let me get my roll on
Think I need another pocket just
To put my phone on (Who there?)
Long nose, better get your donk on
Speaking with the wrong tone
That'll get you dun dun
Thinking with my dick wasn't nothing
Like a thong song
Looking for a two piece boom chicka boom boom
Everybody around you pretending that
They your partner (Woah)
Let you have a problem they
Won't even help you out (Woah)
Smiling in your face
You turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Lord I'm going hard I'm
Stacking all my benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to
Shit on all my friends again
I'ma pull up bens again
P-p-pull up bens again
I'ma pull up bens again
P-p-pull up bens again
Pants sagging bout gat blasting while
Rats snitching I am tatted
Lean bad got bad habit's yellow
Bitch from Lafayette fantastic
Dead broke, got mad ad it
I'm back stacking I'm flap-jacking
Your flap rattling you fat faggot
I'm back at it in the trap trapping
I love the bens, I'm
Bandcamping, I'm standing strong
You bandwagon
I'm concrete, you transparent, my dick out
Your hand grabbin no can blame us, who grab
Bammas, eat yo block, then rim shaggin
No hidden cameras, from the back
Smashing, her ass clapping, i am nasty
Road to riches
Go and get it in Daytona Chargers
Took a dive from not following our first mind
I was getting in the mail through UPS
If I tell you I'ma stay away from Juliet
I'ma lying
Everybody around you pretending that
They your partner (Woah)
Let you have a problem they
Won't even help you out (Woah)
Smiling in your face
You turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Lord I'm going hard I'm
Stacking all my benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to
Shit on all my friends again
I'ma pull up Benz again
P-p-pull up Benz again
I'ma pull up Benz again
P-p-pull up Benz again
Everybody around you pretending that
They your partner (Woah)
Let you have a problem they
Won't even help you out (Woah)
Smiling in your face
You turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Lord I'm going hard I'm
Stacking all my benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to
Shit on all my friends again
I'ma pull up Benz again
P-p-pull up Benz again
I'ma pull up Benz again
P-p-pull up Benz again
Long hair Dreka looking like
She got ass shots (O oh)
Doing pole-a-robics sipping lean and
Soda I am not
Glock nine by the stop sign bout
Fifty thousand in the stash spot
Pray to God we don't crash in
The whip through the dash
I could tap the gas and make that ass drop
Ever wonder why your bitch look
Funny when the music playing
Been a gangster safe to say that
I live everything I'm saying
Bend her over pull her hair
And eat her pussy, lick her ass
And when we be cutting up her
Feet be in the ceiling fan
Hold up, let me get my roll on
Think I need another pocket just
To put my phone on
H-h-h-hold on, let me get my roll on
Think I need another pocket just
To put my phone on (Who there?)
Long nose, better get your donk on
Speaking with the wrong tone
That'll get you dun dun
Thinking with my dick wasn't nothing
Like a thong song
Looking for a two piece boom chicka boom boom
Everybody around you pretending that
They your partner (Woah)
Let you have a problem they
Won't even help you out (Woah)
Smiling in your face
You turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Lord I'm going hard I'm
Stacking all my benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to
Shit on all my friends again
I'ma pull up bens again
P-p-pull up bens again
I'ma pull up bens again
P-p-pull up bens again
Pants sagging bout gat blasting while
Rats snitching I am tatted
Lean bad got bad habit's yellow
Bitch from Lafayette fantastic
Dead broke, got mad ad it
I'm back stacking I'm flap-jacking
Your flap rattling you fat faggot
I'm back at it in the trap trapping
I love the bens, I'm
Bandcamping, I'm standing strong
You bandwagon
I'm concrete, you transparent, my dick out
Your hand grabbin no can blame us, who grab
Bammas, eat yo block, then rim shaggin
No hidden cameras, from the back
Smashing, her ass clapping, i am nasty
Road to riches
Go and get it in Daytona Chargers
Took a dive from not following our first mind
I was getting in the mail through UPS
If I tell you I'ma stay away from Juliet
I'ma lying
Everybody around you pretending that
They your partner (Woah)
Let you have a problem they
Won't even help you out (Woah)
Smiling in your face
You turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Lord I'm going hard I'm
Stacking all my benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to
Shit on all my friends again
I'ma pull up Benz again
P-p-pull up Benz again
I'ma pull up Benz again
P-p-pull up Benz again