Jack Harlow - One Mo' Gain lyrics

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow] I said I'm lemonade chill, with a hand squeeze feel In the kitchen making sure the pantry's filled Everybody wanna know bout what's going on next, but I'm never ever going into grand detail What you boys gon' do when the stampede chills Thinking bout the future and I can't keep still Yo my cup runneth over need a damn refill Keep a draw hundred dressing full of Plan B pills, and I'm Getting better by the day I've been running through the pressure, I ain't never been afraid If I want it, I'ma get it, I don't let it get away And as far as I'm concerned what you telling me they saying They ain't never really say it, they ain't said it to my face Ya'll be lying bout the women that you say that you been f**ing Only thing you ever came, it was second in a race Quit bullsh**ting, yeah she got the cake I just wanna cool whip it All that inauthentic, [?] sound fool with it In my bucket life, gotta couple strict rules in it Number 1, follow your gut Number 2, you ain't doing nothing wrong if it's fun Number 3, if she bleeding put it all in her bu*t And number 4, only one of those I follow is one, so [Hook: Smoov Wooz] (x2) One mo' gain, one mo' gain One mo' gain, one mo' gain Thought I'd tell you random f**ers with it Guess I gotta tell em one mo' gain [Verse 2: Smoov Wooz] If the p**y head on, no Geico Now they wonder where I come from Catenaccio I'm the one these hating n***as looking at, crook-ed Cos I could take your b**h like I study, crook-ed I'ma saw you n***as even if Jerry tell me I'm not Her father used to be hot, and bother with the same ho's wanna get my co*k I swear, because I got the juice now, I drop the deuce now, sh** on n***as like, ugh! Sorry couldn't make it to the potty For the verse you gotta pay in mariachi, that's a bank if you didn't know Man, I'm just tryna get a pocket full of Piccolo Or you can check my ding-a-ling like a birthday candle, give my dick a blow (Pwhoo) Nah mean, oh wait, she going down on me like a sink, her sh** thought I told you n***as before Don't be a pain, I'm an eeyore Guess I [?] on you n***as, I really be going in I kick it [?] you n***as really making a master like with Kato on a keyboard Listen to me with it, let me see you shake your booty cheeks In slow motion, they call me Smoov Wooz If you don't love it kick a bucket till your toes broke in [Hook: Smoov Wooz] (x2) One mo' gain, one mo' gain One mo' gain, one mo' gain Thought I'd tell you random f**ers with it Guess I gotta tell em one mo' gain [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] It still tricking if you got it (got it) Ya'll pay for p**y only if these ho's bought it (bought it) Some of these girls p**y really got some mileage, and I love it when I feel like I don't wanna get up out it Then these ho's hit your a** with a baby for the summer (what?!) Hang up the phone like, "b**h, wrong number!" These girls want a ring, with a big stone under b**h can't rise like a flintstone hummer, listen Gone with that Beyonce sh**, you ain't my fiance b**h You're f**ing up feng shui b**h, I'm hot like a sun ray b**h You're throwing shade but in a Hyundai b**h, really? I dropped outta Cooley High, I'm still stunting in some gucci slides I'm watching New Jack, and they cry when Pookie die That's what you get when you rant into a suit and tie, it's a homicide I pa**ed the holding jet harlow, came up n***as slam Cadillac cars though I dumb it through the cheque real fargo, ho's want a n***a pay the bills in the condo I told that b**h to stick her head down a sharks throat Pimp sh** n***a, where your heart though? We bout to get that long money like hard folk Don't make my n***as draw the heat like a O Show [Hook: Smoov Wooz] (x2) One mo' gain, one mo' gain One mo' gain, one mo' gain Thought I'd tell you random f**ers with it Guess I gotta tell em one mo' gain