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letra de again - sadtrojan

again lyrics
[intro: wafflejax]
mm-mm-mm
yeah, yeah, yeah
yuh
yeah
yuh, le’ go, le’ go, le’ go, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh (le’ go, le’ go)

[chorus: wafflejax]
uh, wait, oh, at it again
all of the f-ckery, at it again (yeah)
wait, oh, alien ten
slappin’ my wrist, i go ben to the ten (bah!)
wait, sh-t, you think we friends?
f-ck all you friends, you be faker than ken (uh)
float on the beat and we winnin’ again
acceptin’ my ws, go for the win (phew, phew)

[verse 1: wafflejax]
chasin’ my dreams, chasin’ the screams (yuh!)
dollar them bills, i’m collectin’ the cream (uh)
feelin’ at ease, doin’ my thing
no, not a rat but i’m stackin’ my cheese, please (nah)
stayin’ grimy with it, f-ck your reaction (yuh)
push my music like this sh-t a contraction (yeah)
manifestin’ with the law of attraction
won’t spell out my moves, i just do it with action
yuh, yuh, i’ma kick it, rush hour, jackie chan
chris tucker in the van, oh man godd-mn, no dex (bah, bah!)
i release stress with the s-x
i be blowin’ all my money, every single d-mn check (yuh-yuh)
big tits all on the b-tch, she from czech
no republican, b-tch, i don’t f-ck with the red side (nah)
i’m not talkin’ ’bout the bloods or the red life (nah)
if i did, yeah, i would be a dead guy (grrrr)
pikachu, shockin’ the world with my presence
i get it, everything i say is pathetic (yeah)
i’m smokin’, savin’ green, yeah, all of my lettuce
you jealous, all you got to flex is a necklace (yeah)
i’m reckless, getting rowdy with it (ooh)
i pipe her, no finish (yuh, yeah)
rippin’ up her guts, i’m a menace, no dennis (yeah, yeah)
motherf-cker, finish my sentence
(?) like me, yuh
[verse 2: sadtrojan]
she hit my with the “where are you?”, she curious (yuh)
told her sorry but no, we not serious (what?)
she hit me back, “okay”, then she look furious (aye)
got a goal and i plan to get really rich (yuh)
she tryna grab on my wallet like really b-tch (bah, yuh, aye!)
pulled up all black and this b-tch look mysterious (what? uh)
i got a jet, i made her go delirious (huh?)
got a hot-cheeto b-tch and she say “period”, uh (aye!)
i got a jane, i’m on a plane (yuh)
she give me brain, that sh-t go insane (what? yuh)
grab by the neck, b-tch, i feel like kane (aye, yuh)
(?) b-tch, lookin’ like cobain (aye)
(?) b-tch, she can not be tamed (bah!)
she on my line but i don’t feel the same (huh?)
i don’t like people, i stay in my lane (bah, bah!)
i walk in the party and they knew my name
i walk in the party like “who is here?”
we gon’ rip his t–th out for a souvenir (bah, yuh!)
if he talk hot, he get lit up, no chandelier (aye, what?)
yeah, we gon’ take his ass right out the biosphere (uh, what?)
(yuh, aye, aye, bah!) ‘member they thought lil’ trojan won’t be sh-t (bah, bah bah!)
now i pull up and my neck is on sea-sick (yuh, aye!)
dumb ass b-tch thought i wouldn’t peek sh-t (what? uh!)
srt gon’ skrrt, i’m fleetin’ (yuh, yuh!)
they need alarms ’cause they sleepin’ (aye, huh?)
my wrist on teardrop, it’s weepin’ (yuh, aye!)
i got this, (?), uh (what? bah!)
i got a drunk girl who sing for me (yuh, aye)
she in my line like “trojan, why you mean to me?” (what?)
i can tell you that girl, she got a thing for me (uh, yuh)
replace a b-tch if she ever go cheat on me (aye!)
[verse 3: skyte]
i’ma swap that hoe out, she a silly thot (yuh)
shawty think that i’m loyal, i’m really not (yuh, yuh)
run up too fast and that semi pop (uh)
i record a new song while she give me top (brrr, brrr)
she been suckin’ my d-ck from like 10-2 (gang)
(?) when i bless the booth (b-tch!)
i point that tec at you (yuh, yuh-yuh)
she suck me up, say my sh-t so delectable (yuh-yuh, yuh-yuh)
you on my reticle, yuh, uh, aye
man these b-tches tweakin’ (grrrah)
you ain’t talkin’ no biz then we never speakin’ (yuh)
heard you work 9-5, n-gga get to sweepin’ (yuh, yuh)
no i can’t never lack, i know opps is creepin’ (i’m not)
knock-knock at your door like we trick-or-treatin’
if she hear when i rap then yo b-tch is creamin’ (yuh)
i be switchin’ my hoes like the f-ckin’ season, on god (yuh, yuh)
aye, i’m drippin’ (uh), i walk in they praise me like religion (brr, brr)
on my sh-t, i can never be trippin’ (okay!)
oh wait, did i forget to mention? (uh-huh)
sg on me, so don’t think i was slippin’, i can never slip (yuh, yuh)
b-tch, it’s thots that just ride on like every d-ck (yuh, yuh)
you the type to go f-ck on a heavy b-tch (yuh, yuh)
n-gga jealous, i see it, it’s evident (yuh, yuh)
man these n-ggas outside, need to t up (on god)
know they mad ’cause they just wanna be us (grrrah)
took a shroom so i guess that’s a 3-up (uh-huh)
b-tch hot, got some titties, bought that hoe a d-cup (yuh, yuh)
you down and we up
get out my business, don’t mind what i keep tucked (yuh, yuh)
he talkin’ sh-t as if we would give three f-cks
i only hop on the track if the beat bump, on god

- sadtrojan

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