I BEEN BORN AGAIN

(الألبوم: GINGER - 2019)

[Bearface:]
Out on the deck like I'm wilding for respect
It's a three-peat, see-see
Bitch, you in the D-League
Boy, you fucked up
Can't come around here, this shit is gated
We made it, happy belated, I see the rage hit

[Kevin Abstract:]
It's better if I try not to talk about the shit that's always on my mind
Money on my mind (That's right), couple hunnids at a time
Try to fuck me blind, ducking down, hear me whine (Ooh)
We outside now (That's right), milk carton in the back
We don't like to fuck around with them niggas in the back
Pulling triggers in the 'Lac (That's right)
May the praise stay bad
Ayy, Dad, Hercules want his fucking waves back, stay strapped (Ooh, I like that, that's right)
Dancing like a bad bitch, love on top my mattress
Hope the good Lord catch this, I ain't telling backwards
Lie just like an actor, Hollywood is batshit
Mama in the South still, gold all in my mouth still
Rapping 'bout dick still, and I lease a house still
Move my nigga out, still need my nephew out here
God gave me a good deal
Miss my little niggas down low like a big wheel
Bitch, I wanna hit still
This shit for my partna 'nem, Devil keep on robbing them
Express and feel myself, like I'm fucking Dennis Rodman (That's right)

[Merlyn Wood:]
Like I'm Dennis Rodman
Diamond dentures for my partna 'dem (That's right)
Golden rubbers from my pocket, friend
Ain't no answer, that's my partna 'dem (That's right)
She so bad, I let her touch my butt (Yeah)
Merlyn, what the fuck?

[Dom McLennon:]
Line 'em-line 'em-line 'em up, you know that I'm shooting (That's right)
It ain't no one business who or what we doing (That's right)
Hit this gas, they break the glass and keep it moving
To you basic bitches I know I'm a nuisance

[Joba:]
Sugar, yeah, gimme some
Gimme dome, I'ma smoke some
Y'all ain't want the smoke, been smoking
Garden gnome shrooms, y'all, who is y'all?
This what it mean to ball?
Okay, Chateau Marmont, Shangri-La
Valet park it, drive a shit whip
But I ain't broke, bitch
Write my own shit, hit my own switch
Watched the clock tick, never ran and hid
Tell it like it is
Dead on the nail, call me hammerhead
Texas 'til I'm dead
BBQ and cornbread, like 'em corn fed
Here we go again, hit 'em one mo' 'gain
Screwed up from The Woodlands
Number six, been through Hell, think I'm Heaven-sent
Ask the preacher man, said I need Jesus, like I ain't know
Guess I found him, I am blessed, man
Rake in dividends, let the money stack, see you copycats
I ain't tripping, but copy that
It's a wrap, keep my distance
Where's Waldo, but we winning
Me and my dogs ain't finished (That's right)
The real know, what's a billfold?
You can't fold, I stay grinning
No peeking

[Henock Sileshi:]
Go ahead and try harder
You ain't gotta ask to put up with nobody
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get on your damn knees
And pray sometimes with your muhfucking ass
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get yo' muhfucking ass on out there
That's all you gon' be, a muhfucker
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves

[Matt Champion:]
Send 'em out the door
They ain't knocking no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knocking no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knocking no more
They ain't knocking no more
They ain't-they ain't knocking no more
Send 'em out the door
They ain't knocking no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knocking no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knocking no more
They-they-they ain't knocking no more
They ain't-they ain't knocking no more
(That's right)