Again(Fuck is You Sayin) Lyrics

I got a scammer, they hittin' my line, they tryin' to get money, the fuck is you sayin'

I got some bitches, that be on my dick, but I ain't fin to wife, em they know I ain't playin'

I need a fountain on my neck I need me a patek and I need me a couple of Xans

I got a bitch doggy style that I fuck from the back, I can't wait till I fuck her again

We on some hot shit, fresh out the microwave

fresh out the pot shit,

Know if you fuck run up on me, then the Glock spit

I had to wait on my turn just to pop shit

I'm having motion, and you cannot stop this

You gotta know that we keepin' the chopsticks Fuckin' with us, you get hit with the fire quick Bust on her butt and her pussy, it's farting

My baby love all the kids like she Martin

Never been evil, I never been heartless

Diamonds, they hit off the freezer, they sparkling

Wait till you see me in space like a Martian

Have me a baby, can't wait to go shoppin'

Then, I give them everything that they wantin

Fuckin' with us, you get put in a coffin

Don't give a fuck we'll shoot while you talkin

I got a scammer, they hittin' my line, they tryin' to get money, the fuck is you sayin'

I got some bitches, that be on my dick, but I ain't fin to wife, em they know I ain't

playin' I need a fountain on my neck I need me a patek

and I need me a couple of Xans I got a bitch doggy style that I fuck from the back, I can't wait till I fuck her again

I got some demons, but I'm makin' friends with them, them the ones that's tellin' me to spin with em

And they tryin' to bring all they friends with them best believe that I'm not finna deal with them

Niggas be fake, better watch all the snakes, cause they all wanna eat off your plate

Guarantee 99% of niggas, you know they all wanna snitch to the Jakes

Beatin her back, I'm makin' it shake,

Her ass like the earth, I'm makin' it quake

You made a dog, and you made me hit harder, thank you Coach Melvin, and thanks to Coach Quake

And R.I.P. to Coach Tony, that nigga wasn't phony, that nigga, he made me a great

That nigga juice, I been missin' his face, that boy the truth, R.I.P. to MJ

R.I.P. to MJ, don't let me catch that boy one day

I'll shoot his ass in the back if his ass try to run, and I'll walk him down shoot his face

I don't even give a fuck about that lil' nigga, I'll shoot his ass with a motherfuckin' K

I'll shoot his ass with a motherfuckin' Glock, I'll shoot that bitch and that bitch ain't gon' stop

Boy, I'll miss ya, I'm fuckin' this bitch in the kitchen

Talkin' bout MJ, damn, a young nigga needed a tissue

Wipin' my eye, cause I'm cryin', damn, MJ, we slidin

Remember these niggas, these pussies, they dyin

For speakin' on you, MJ was the truth, already know that I'm up in the booth

I'm finna get out, yeah

Fuckin Dawg