Again - Dave East

Fuck your bitch, and never talk again

If he don’t die

He’ll never walk again, he’ll never walk again

I got my focus up

I got my paper straight, I got my paper straight

The whole club turn around when I’m walking in

Fuck your bitch, and never talk again (Harlem)

Niggas talkin', they ain’t making sense

Brand new foreign, bet it make 'em sick

Ain’t gotta say a word, just to take your bitch

I’m from Harlem, hustlin' will make me rich (east side)

A hundred nights, I made a hundred flips

Hit the club, and all the bitches wanna strip

Put some money on your head, if you wanna diss

She suck my dick, and then she wanna kiss

Must be out your mind, or on some shit (crazy)

Sak’s fifth, got me on my shit

Niggas hatin' on me, they be on my dick

Took a couple verses just to flood the wrist

R.I.P.

my cousin Freaky

Niggas took him from me

I just want the money

Never taking nothing from me

Niggas in they feelings, probably on they monthly

I was in the trap with cocaina and some baggies

Probably with some junkies

Now I chill across the water, do it for my daughter

Dare a nigga touch me

I done seen a nigga get a 1 to 3, and tell on everybody with him

I done seen a nigga robbing niggas that he know for pennies

Shit ridiculous

Niggas love to say they will do your homework on them niggas giving statements

I’m smoking cubans on vacation

My plug in Cuba but he Haitian

Sak pase, I need a spot today

Nigga with a attitude, I ain’t Dr. Dre

My youngin' got a lot to make your heart stop today

Think of Chinx when I’m in Far Rockaway

Fuck your bitch, and never talk again

If he don’t die, he’ll never walk again

I got my focus up, I got my paper straight

The whole club turn around when I’m walking in

Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me

And they offer 10

Valet driver going start the whip

Get your money, they just talking shit

Fuck your bitch, and never talk again

If he don’t die, he’ll never walk again

I got my focus up, I got my paper straight

The whole club turn around when I’m walking in

Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me

And they offer 10

Valet driver going start the whip

Get your money, they just talking shit

I got a pound of the tree smoke

Break it down to the ground, only thing I ever follow is the G-code

Niggas brand new cars getting repo’d

Same ones acting tough getting Deebo’d

Ask your man about my shit, bet you he know

Hottest young nigga on the east coast

Sliding up Lennox, me and three niggas

Looking like gutter, me and G-Money he ain’t even know

Got a Glock-19 in my peacoat

My building keep complaining about the weed smoke

I’m tryna make a million off a mixtape

Stash in the whip where the heat go

Bad little bitch tryna deep throat

I told her ain’t no way you fitting all this

This ain’t sour D, what you call this?

This ain’t Actavis, what you call this?

The spot look funny?

Make a call quick

If she on my dick then we all hit

Out of town on my running through the mall shit

And I ain’t get you in the summer, put you on my fall list

Mid town pent house like a fortress

Every time they see my face they get nauseous

Down town condo, shit flawless

They ain’t coming in the crib, they ain’t gorgeous

Fuck your bitch, and never talk again

If he don’t die, he’ll never walk again

I got my focus up, I got my paper straight

The whole club turn around when I’m walking in

Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me

And they offer 10

Valet driver going start the whip

Get your money, they just talking shit

Fuck your bitch, and never talk again

If he don’t die, he’ll never walk again

I got my focus up, I got my paper straight

The whole club turn around when I’m walking in

Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me

And they offer 10

Valet driver going start the whip

Get your money, they just talking shit

Get your money they just talking shit