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again pt. 2 - caplito كلمات أغنية

[intro: caplito]
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: caplito]
i ain’t rich yet, i can’t sleep
yeah, that money callin’ me
can’t be tellin’ ’bout no b_tch, been f_ckin’ hoes like all week
down to ride? gotta make sure before you hop up in the v
time to slide, n____, i’m busy, we gon’ keep spinnin’ ’til it’s complete
you know we gon’ spin again, and again, and again (spin)
i’m just runnin’ up a a bag, i don’t want no new friends
i’m just keepin’ it a dub, i’m probably off like two tens
shorty want a new tan, we fly out for the weekend
n_____ b_tches, they talkin’ behind my back, but, nah, it don’t mean sh_t to me
i just pop my sh_t all on these beats, they want the recipe (thеy want the recipe)
my brothеrs all got cases, i keep prayin’ that i get away (uh, uh)
if you don’t know the game, here, let me show you, watch me demonstrate
watch me turn a eighth to twenty_eight, now four forty_eight
graduated school of hard knocks, i had all f_ckin’ a’s
i passed with flying colors, smokin’ purple, that’s the only way
we gon’ test guns and test run, we hit the highway
lil’ b_tch too bad, i don’t trust her, so, she suck me in the driveway
i think i rolled a thousand blunts today, had to get my mind straight
she know that i’m trickin’ so she throw that p_ssy my way
got caught with a strap, but, you know i bailed out the same day (yeah)
[verse 2: $wvnk & dj lucas]
he’s still sittin’ in that cell, one day he prevail
but, lately i’ve been puttin’ a hundred grams up on a scale
makin’ all this money, yeah, i’m up, but, not the [?] way
i believe in god, but, i’m still trappin’ every sunday
‘f_ck you mean? got it out the mud
i knew i’d be rich someday
i’m overseas with a model b_tch, yeah, i got her straight out the runway
i came straight out of the dungeon
they don’t want problems ’cause we get to bussin’
i carry the heat, i’m playin’ d
make one wrong move, i get to clutchin’
i’m posted up, i’m makin’ moves, it got me feelin’ like tim duncan
got turkey bags up in the v, i think today i smoked a onion (woo)
i swear to god, she play with me, i k!ll a b_tch like ted bundy
i’m with the gang, it’s tbe, take a last shot, like 2_3 (dj)

[verse 3: dj lucas]
pull up, so fresh, so clean, except for the crumbs on my lap when i’m rollin’ up weed (clean)
so high last night, almost fell asleep drivin’, they know that i’m livin’ my dream (yoom)
on the path less traveled, i came out the woods, so, you know i put on the high beam (dj)
up and down the connecticut river just like a fly fisherman workin’ the stream (go)
came out of 413, that’s the westside of mass’, i still bleed green (four_one_three)
b_tch, i grew up in a college town, but, i ain’t never gon’ get a degree (ha)
all the ice on the windshield, smoke in the whip to the point that i can’t even see (smoke)
they say anything’s possible, b_tch, i’m the livin’ proof, you just gotta believe
like, f_ck ’em (dj), i be talkin’ my talk, it’s the end of discussion (f_ck ’em)
three_five in my bleep, be bussin’ (smoke), play on the way from white river junction (c’mon)
all these guys don’t keep it a hunnid (money), so, i jump in the whip and i gun it (yoom)
and they know that i came out the valley, i spent my whole life tryna get to the summit (dj)
they like, “dj, that boy really does it”
smokin’ a spliff every time i’m in public (smoke)
they like, “money, that doesn’t buy happiness,” but, my outfit sixteen_hundred (clean, clean)
right now i feel ye ’cause, girl, you’re a f_ckin’ hoe, but, you know that i love it (haha)
yeah, it’s young mr. clean, you know that i’m doin’ my thing ’til i’m kickin’ the bucket
[outro: dj lucas]
dj, let me talk my talk, man (clean, clean, clean)
i’m dj

- again pt 2

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