Again - Jarren Benton, Aleon Craft

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Yeah, might drop a bag on a bad bitch

She mad, shit, that head will put you in a casket

Diamonds are her BFF

Don’t need a man, she told that nigga to take three steps left

In love with designer clothes, not your typical kind of hoe

She swear her shit don’t stank like her ass and vagina glows

I’m like, «Sorry baby, that ass faker than gas face»

My cash straight, flickin' dope inside of the ash tray

She hit the pole like an acrobat

Back to back, throw a stack, and she make that ass clap

She pop that pussy for some red bottoms

Chanel bag, she got hella problems

But who am I to judge cuz I’m in this bitch like twenty-four

Seven blowin' bread ain’t no thang I got plenty more

Sucka for them thick hoes that look like center folds

Twerkin' on my lap without any clothes

Please do it

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

I love my home the sweetest peaches are fully grown

Fifty long she keep it strong my glow is on

Thick as ever her caramel is the softest tone

She all alone having photo shoots with her camera phone

Capturin' the essence of that God given blessin'

On God, That lil baby sittin' right between her legs

And then she showed me, told me

That she wanted to pick my brain slowly

Snails pace, pulled up

Hoppin' out the 'ville like I’m Issac Hayes

1800 Coconut, Swishas and a zip of Haze

Zippa' stayed up until she walked back from the kitchen

And I really seen that ass in them sleepy time britches

Aggressively, next to me, with the recipe

To had my body feelin' like I been doin' some ecstasy

Like a sunset in Sicily all this scenery

Clouded from all this greenery

Baby can we agree to meet

Uh, these bitches savage

White girl sorcery, black girl magic

Ass so fat, she hit the block and stopped traffic

Said «watchu wanna be» she say «anything but average»

Lord have mercy I think these women gon' hurt me

She nasty in the sheets, in the streets these bitches so nerdy

I’m a-ddicted to good pussy and cash

these bitches want flashy bags

Yeah, i’m snatchin' freaks on fashion week

She wake up, gimme top, hit the block and go back to sleep, no Master P

Ain’t no limit how these women be gettin' it

Break a nigga for that cash, yeah that bitch is a menace

But who am I to judge cuz I’m in this bitch like twenty-four

Seven blowin' bread ain’t no thang I got plenty more

Sucka for them thick hoes that look like center folds

Twerkin' on my lap without any clothes

Please do it a-