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letra de again - jimmy (homerton)

[intro]
tom makes beats

man i’m back again
i’m still driving with these packs again
man i’m back again
i’m still driving with these packs again

[verse 1]
i’m getting sick of this sh-t, this sh-t’s ments
it’s got my guy’s sittin’ in pen, with a ten (stretch)
most n-ggas just rave on weekends (patties)
they wanna be ‘round hoes like hugh hef
i just phoned up my cuzzy like “yo the cids left, i need a re”
them boy don’t know about deep ends (they don’t)
could get pulled every time we see feds (f-ckin’ h-ll)
if gang get the drop we tryna decease them
they say they know we like please don’t get cozy (please don’t)
she said she knows man but she knows the old me
most time i grind it’s laggin’ up on my lonelies (one up)
and bro tryna slap it’s like the refs from pro 3 (it’s like pes)
don’t sh-t where you sleep cah the neighbours are nosy (watch it)
jakes raid early so it’s hard to go sleep
i told my bro’s be safe when you’re flying up ot (be safe)
i told yb it’s just you and your co-dee (just you and him)
from kway back, it was loud i was handling
stain the big men, watch them freeze like mannequins (freeze)
to hoppin’ out on opps, have ‘em dashin’ and scatterin’ (dash)
then bake off, roll some loud with the baddest ting (bake off)
i know ‘bout bandos i don’t know ‘bout the raddison (no i don’t)
i know ‘bout trappin’ i don’t know ‘bout the scammin’
but my guy does, give him a square let him bang it (bang dat)
jimmy needs his pounds so i’m makin’ it happen
[hook]
man i’m back again (i’m back)
i’m still driving with these packs again (i am)
i told myself i won’t lack again
come like i’m tryna get myself grabbed again
but i’m calm (i’m good)
i’m all cushty though
i’m just praying that the jakes don’t smell this chro’ (i pray)
and mummy still pray that i make it home (amen)
try me i push suttin’ straight through your clothes

[verse 2]
how many times i gotta re’ and lag? (how many?)
from grinding on bikes, even whips and cabs (all of dat)
never looked back from when i made a rack
before that gyal were still arching their backs (arch dat)
from my first sale i swear i didn’t look back
hittin’ sales in my uniform, shots out my book bag (loud)
put mileage on my peddles gyal called me a hood rat (haha)
i just got racked up but i don’t even push crack
rapid response most the mandem have gone tapped
i was young and dumb built a line out of contract
then lost that got a lyca filled up my contacts
left home done road kicking like ong bak
late night shout the guys sip on some cognac (henny)
it’s all love and i know that they got man
r.i.p. my guys man i wish they could come back
giuse’s on my feet half a box in this rucksack (500g’s)
[hook]
man i’m back again (i’m back)
i’m still driving with these packs again (i am)
i told myself i won’t lack again
come like i’m tryna get myself grabbed again
but i’m calm (i’m all good)
i’m all cushty though
i’m just praying that the jakes don’t smell this chro’ (i pray)
and mummy still pray that i make it home
try me i push suttin’ straight through your clothes

[outro]
man i’m back again
i’m still driving with these packs again
come like i’m tryna get myself grabbed again
but i’m calm
and mummy still pray that i make it home
try me i push suttin’ straight through your clothes

- jimmy homerton

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