KeY Wane - Another Again lyrics

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KeY Wane - Another Again lyrics

[Produced by Key Wane] [Pre-Hook: Big Sean] Up all night, I'ma do it Yeah I made some mistakes that a n***a wouldn't change, I'ma do it again So I hit once, hit twice, so high, had to do it again And I'ma live my mothaf**in' life like I might not do it again Do it again [Hook: Big Sean] Yeah late night texts from my ex, I'ma do it again! Got rich like a b**h one time, I'ma f** around and do it again I know I ain't doin' what I'm s'posed to do, but f** it I'ma do it again How you feel? How I feel? Like I made this sh** real and I'm lovin' how I feel I'ma mothaf**in' do it again, do-do it again [Verse 1: Big Sean] You should've motivated, but you mad I made it Aggravated 'til I'm like, "let's get collaborated" Now you all faced with a fake congratulations You and your girl still together, oh I'm glad y'all made it Yeah y'all together but when I walk in It's funny how y'all get decapitated And the holy matrimony's out the window when she's on my mattress naked My MasterCard got her masturbatin' Goddamn I made it I'm in the MGM Grand like I own that sh** So much paper I could loan that sh** f** that though, I'd rather just alone my sh** Jesus piece on, I had to stone that sh** Gettin' stoned, never stuck, every day I do My old b**h is prayin' that I never ever say, "I do" Got success, on déjà vu Sean Michael Anderson is who you make the pay out to You , you be on the internet straight cyberhatin' While I'm up in fur like I'm f**ing hibernatin' In the cold cold city, where you just gotta make it Where the people violated then their pupils dilated Looking like a black eye pea I swear life's harder with a black ID So I'ma get that mothaf**in' white money Everytime I black out on beats [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 2: Earlly Mac] I guess once wasn't enough so let's do it again Yeah, run it back again and again Got damn, man, I should've been on ESPN Yeah, hit it so many times that I had her thinkin' 'bout myself just f**in' her friend Yeah, arm out the window with the blocka blocka That is when the duckin' begin I do it whatever to win Get me money out your pockets, you don't need it, then I'm out I ain't gotta give a reason cause I know Never seen a n***a fix a problem if he broke If I take a L then that be the day I smoke Lookin' at them b**hes, I'll take anyone I want Give me what I need, but please don't give me what I don't A lot of s**, no stress, not a lot of dates If she ain't got no a** on it then she out of shape I love it when I hit it from the back (that's right) I love it when the liars want her back (that's right) I love it when they give me money back It's funny how these funny n***as act Gettin' money where these funny n***as at From the front and in the back, where these funny n***as at From the front and in the back Now these b**hes call me God put 'em on the map She was fallin' out with you but steady making out with Mac [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] A n***a put in work then I hit him with a little Shabba That's just how I do it For my n***as in the dirt, put that purp in the baby bottle That's just how I do it Sippin' on the purp, make a n***a's words slur Pop a bottle in the club cause I gotta do it Cause a couple n***as hurtin' behind bars Never go to the mall (to them all?) screaming young Fergy Ferg gotta do it So I'ma do it, I'ma do it I'ma do it right now, got damn, I'ma do it Young Fergy Ferg, I'ma do it for my mama, daddy I'ma do it for my mama, make my grandpoppa happy I'ma do it for Pretty Flacko, [?] I'ma do it for [?] That's my uncle, he was in the penitentiary Get a bid, put a n***a in the cemetery Used to cook the work just like culinary Run up on his a** with the mask like Jim Carrey Give him that clip, make a movie, Tyler Perry Used to have the hammer on the hip like a handyman Got y'all n***as sleepin' while y'all dreamin' like [?] Come from the gutter Man, I don't think you understand Know you flyin' to Japan My show's about a hundred grand Now I gotta stack a band I should do the money dance