Go Again Lyrics – 42 Dugg

Go Again Lyrics latest song by 42 Dugg. The Lyrics were written by Dion Hayes, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr, and Pavel Dolgov and Produced by FOREVEROLLING and Godboydinero

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FOREVEROLLING
I seen n*ggas drop fours and couldn’t believe it
Y’all was supposed to been dead, y’all overachievin’
You heard of Brick Squad? Well, n*gga, it’s the blitz squad
And every time I hear, “Hike,” I yell, “Blitzin’ five”
Blick ’em down (Each), kill ’em now, yeah, we still in town
Hit up Smurk now for a Perc’ now, b*tc, it’s a ten a round
I’ll kill ’em now, spill a five, this how shit get fried
Oh, you was outside lurkin’? N*ggas still be lyin’
He ain’t dead, but we tried (B*tc)
All that runnin’, I’m tired (F*ck on)
B*tc, you die, I’ma laugh (Yeah)
Still on Hertz with the gas (Free the boys)
Catch you slippin’, I’m slidin’, tell me I’m good at rappin’
Y’all good at hidin’, n*gga, come out and get active
My chopper shoot backwards (B*tc), my b*tces gets pampered (B*tc)
You probably didn’t have her, doggie, she callin’ me daddy
Three-fifty, that’s Pattie (Yeah), five hundred, that’s Rick (Yeah)
Two-fifty, that’s Skelly, n*ggas so tired of my shit (B*tc)
Jeweler so tired of my b*tc, bust down both of her wrists
Bust down both of my kids, I’m havin’ fun with this shit
I should just run on this b*tc, no hook, cuz’
And if I pass her, I ain’t like her, that’s a no look dub
B*tc, I’m geeked off drugs, get your freaked out cousin
I’m the reason y’all buzzin’, how the f*ck y’all don’t love me?
In the O, I’m with Chubby, in New York, I’m with Soo
In the A, I’m with Wham, b*tc, in the Chi’, I’m with Zoo
N*gga flinch, I’ma shoot (Baow)
Chin up and raise your motherf*ckin’ hand if you been up
And when it come to a trick, I don’t like to spend much
B*tc be all on my dick, ho, you should let my mans f*ck
Hundred thousand Ram truck, this a T-R
And both the baddest b*tces I know is from the D.R
And if they ask who the richest, n*gga, we are
Remember bein’ on Roxbury with T.R., with C.C. and Antt
Three Gs and cap, four thousand with tax
Might buy it and never wear it, freak b*tces, I’m sharin’
F*ck wrong with air? N*ggas be out here playin’
I’ma opp your mans, Reece, these n*ggas crazy
Reece, these n*ggas is hatin’, Reece, these n*ggas fakin’
Reece, these n*ggas playin’ how I never’ll play

It’s time to go again
If I catch a n*gga lackin’, I’ma score again
She just was playin’ wifey, now look at her, ho again
Quit tryna tell me that I’m big, I’m finna blow again
I’m off a four of red
It’s time to go again
Don’t call me lookin’ for no brick ’cause I might know a friend
And way before I blew a M, b*tc, I was blowin’ ends
And way before I mail it to him, I been on takin’ shit
Don’t tell me that it’s up, n*gga, that’ll get you thumped, n*gga