Kevin Gates

Kevin Gates - Again lyrics

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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 out I'm stacking all my benjamins

Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again

I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again

I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again



Long hair Dreeka looking like she got ass shots (Ooh!)

Doing pole a rope and 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 out I'm stacking all my benjamins

Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again

I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again

I'mma 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 habits 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've been camping, I'm standing strong, you bandwagon

I'm concrete, you transparent, my dick out, your hand grabbin

No can blame us, who grab bammas, hit 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 from UPS

If I tell you I'mma stay away from Juliet

I'm lyin

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 out I'm stacking all my benjamins

Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again

I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again

I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again
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Language: English

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