a$ap twelvyy - again lyrics
[intro: harry fraud]
la musica de harry fraud
[verse 1: a$ap twelvyy]
i’ve been running through these borderlines
p-ssport like the nordstrom line, it’s all tagged up
young n-gga with a 45
now the whole hood horrified we all masked up
has them n-ggas seen a poltergeist?
hey, crack n-gga, roll the dice, get the cash up
me and lou banga riding in the porsche
smoking on gas so you know that b-tch g-ssed up
i’ve been speeding on the autobahn
can’t talk, need to to call a car
better call tyrone cause a young n-gga off of y’all
slow down like lord jamar
yeah, yeah, with the northern star
wiling out with an open charge
f-ck around and have court tomorrow
but i better get off them all
‘nough time to watch oprah, y’all
and i’m young, black and focused, dawg
[hook: a$ap twelvyy]
yeah, i tell them n-ggas i don’t f-ck with them, d-mn
i tell them losers that i love to win, sh-t
i hope these b-tches let me f-ck again
f-ck around and f-ck a friend, they’re like “what’s up?” again
yeah, i tell them n-ggas i don’t f-ck with them, yeah
i tell them losers that i love to win, yeah
i hope these b-tches let me f-ck again
f-ck around and f-ck a friend, they’re like “what’s up?” again
[verse 2: a$ap ant]
popped up on the scene like an airplane
white b-tch model sniff cocaine
getting pictures like i’m pootie tang
feel like king when you hit the mustang
yelling out the window, “money in the thing”
b-tches knees to the ground when they’re in the thing
from baltimore where you hear the shots ring
soon as you get caught, n-ggas gonna say
shied out, catch [?] let your brain say
like steph curry with the bills in the lane
’bout to get a triple double with you f-ck n-ggas
at the mossberg [?] quicker
gotta tell the world, gotta get more richer
like roger clemens, but i’m no picture
pouring up lean, don’t do f-cking liquor
i’ll f-ck that b-tch, i don’t f-cking miss her
[hook: a$ap twelvyy]
yeah, i tell them n-ggas i don’t f-ck with them, d-mn
i tell them losers that i love to win, sh-t
i hope these b-tches let me f-ck again
f-ck around and f-ck a friend, they’re like “what’s up?” again
yeah, i tell them n-ggas i don’t f-ck with them, yeah
i tell them losers that i love to win, yeah
i hope these b-tches let me f-ck again
f-ck around and f-ck a friend, they’re like “what’s up?” again
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