letra de here i go again - daboii
[intro]
(li-li-li-link up)
[verse]
phew, uh-oh, here i go again
fn’ll knock a n-gga down like he a bowling pin
god d-mn, the stack’s so big, can’t even f-ck the bands
brodie bro’ll pop a n-gga top like he a soda can
n-gga when that bag touchdown, i do the shoulder dance
if i give that b-tch the d, then she owe a band
playin’ diamond nose in the yard with my older friends
me and my b-tch keep it gangster, we ain’t holdin’ hands
groupie-ass b-tch tryna put me on her onlyfans
if i pass this b-tch, bro gon’ score like he kobe mans
four pockets full up in me and my brodie pants
n-gga, if i can’t hit your b-tch, then my brodie can
livin’ at your b-tch mama house, oh, you jody mans?
bad b-tch wanna f-ck with me, shе gotta throw me ten
b-tch say she on a pеriod, i told her, “blow me then”
if the coach don’t put me in the game, then i’ma throw me in (throw me in)
phew, ha, let’s switch the flow up
and i just told this b-tch to throw her back, this b-tch a tow truck
phew, ha, n-gga, hold up
diss bruh, my gang, bah, bah, bah, get your bro touched
diss bruh, my gang, get your ho f-cked
b-tch, can’t you see it’s countin’ money? keep that door shut
and i ain’t pullin’ over for the people, that’s my pole tucked
and i remember havin’ to survive up off four bucks
nowadays a n-gga want a verse, i need four plus (ayy)
sh-t, it was me and bro up in the party, n-gga, four guns
lookin’ for the opps on they block, it’s a ghost hunt
i’ma smack dre with the glock, tryna go dumb
if i get his lil’ b-tch the d-ck, baby, don’t run
man, who the f-ck this n-gga in my section? i don’t know bruh
police keep on askin’ all these questions, i don’t know, bruh
she like, “daboii, you don’t really love me,” i’m like, “no, duh”
she like, “daboii, you don’t really love me,” i’m like, “no, duh, b-tch”
“daboii, how you feel about rap?” i’m like, “f-ck this”
b-tch like, “daboii, do you miss me?” b-tch, not one bit
fae and nace all up on my hoodie, this ain’t truck fit
give my p-ssy up to a bum, then you done, b-tch
give my p-ssy up to a bum, you’s a dumb b-tch
b-tch, i put this d-ck in your b-tch, make her cum quick (look)
this is not cushion or blunt, this is runtz, b-tch, ha
b-tch, it’s over and done with
i’ll make your b-tch kiss the d-ck, i don’t tongue kiss
i’ll pour a four of some wock’ in a sunkist
sob my gang, f-ck every n-gga that you run with, n-gga
[outro]
ha, on the gang, n-gga
ah, ayy, you know what we hang, n-gga
uh, and you know what i bang, n-gga
l hit his top, you know sob the gang, n-gga, b-tch
ha, ha, ha
on the gang, n-gga
uh, yeah, lame, n-gga
be what we hang, n-gga, b-tch
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