Come Again
Yeah, yeah, bye, bye
Yes boss, ah, ah, bye, bye, rrr, rrr, yeah
People claiming that they with it, with it
But when the shit pops off they be quick to hit it
Come back when they see you winning
If I smack bitches then I'm the villain
I'm tryna see what it's giving
They be swinging but never hitting
Must be that cheap shit you sniffing
That got your system glitching
City boys on city bikes
Pushing pedals and china white
If niggas wanna start a fight
I'ma call my niggas on dirt bikes
Strapped with some thorough dykes
They box tight but my circle tighter
Hood niggas that's my type I still
Fuck with niggas living in Nycha
I paid for the facial fem
I don't want that, I want a new Benz
I could tell he like the dolls
With melanin that's my black Ken
Realized I don't need friends
It's a cold world I need new timbs
Brooklyn 'til the very end, Mrs Boogie for president
Uh, huh, okay, what's up? What was said?
Uh, huh, okay, what's up? Come again
Uh huh, ok, that's what I thought
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shh
Uh, huh, okay, what's up? What was said?
Uh, huh, okay, what's up? Come again
Uh huh, ok, that's what I thought
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shh
No shade, I paved the way
And if a bitch wanna rap she could come my way
Just tell me I'm getting paid
Come alone don't bring the trade
If I'm in your way go the way
Your feelings hurt, I could see your pain
I'm not a bully, but ya think I'm playing
I really do what I'm saying
Don't say nothing when I start putting
Bitches out, get out my house
I'm the cat, you the mouse
They built different you not like this
Ya man and ya ex wanna pipe this
My mouth scrunch when I write this
Ya get me tight like Lycra
I'm the charmed one I'm Piper
I'm big sis I'm piped up
You Phoebe and you Paige
We not on the same page
And we don't get paid the same wage
Loyal down to the grave to be this bad you gotta be brave
So we don't go to the same raves
And we won't play on the same stage
Hold up, let meet my quota (my quota)
Let me talk my shit (my shit)
Let me park my whip (my whip)
Let me gather my thoughts (my thoughts)
Let me call out these frauds
Let a bitch do her job
These ones for my ops, ah, hold up, rrr
Uh, huh, okay, what's up? What was said?
Uh huh, ok, what's up, come again
Uh huh, ok, that's what I thought
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shh
Uh, huh, okay, what's up? What was said?
Uh huh, ok, what's up? Come again
Uh huh, ok, that's what I thought
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shh
Yes boss, ah, ah, bye, bye, rrr, rrr, yeah
People claiming that they with it, with it
But when the shit pops off they be quick to hit it
Come back when they see you winning
If I smack bitches then I'm the villain
I'm tryna see what it's giving
They be swinging but never hitting
Must be that cheap shit you sniffing
That got your system glitching
City boys on city bikes
Pushing pedals and china white
If niggas wanna start a fight
I'ma call my niggas on dirt bikes
Strapped with some thorough dykes
They box tight but my circle tighter
Hood niggas that's my type I still
Fuck with niggas living in Nycha
I paid for the facial fem
I don't want that, I want a new Benz
I could tell he like the dolls
With melanin that's my black Ken
Realized I don't need friends
It's a cold world I need new timbs
Brooklyn 'til the very end, Mrs Boogie for president
Uh, huh, okay, what's up? What was said?
Uh, huh, okay, what's up? Come again
Uh huh, ok, that's what I thought
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shh
Uh, huh, okay, what's up? What was said?
Uh, huh, okay, what's up? Come again
Uh huh, ok, that's what I thought
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shh
No shade, I paved the way
And if a bitch wanna rap she could come my way
Just tell me I'm getting paid
Come alone don't bring the trade
If I'm in your way go the way
Your feelings hurt, I could see your pain
I'm not a bully, but ya think I'm playing
I really do what I'm saying
Don't say nothing when I start putting
Bitches out, get out my house
I'm the cat, you the mouse
They built different you not like this
Ya man and ya ex wanna pipe this
My mouth scrunch when I write this
Ya get me tight like Lycra
I'm the charmed one I'm Piper
I'm big sis I'm piped up
You Phoebe and you Paige
We not on the same page
And we don't get paid the same wage
Loyal down to the grave to be this bad you gotta be brave
So we don't go to the same raves
And we won't play on the same stage
Hold up, let meet my quota (my quota)
Let me talk my shit (my shit)
Let me park my whip (my whip)
Let me gather my thoughts (my thoughts)
Let me call out these frauds
Let a bitch do her job
These ones for my ops, ah, hold up, rrr
Uh, huh, okay, what's up? What was said?
Uh huh, ok, what's up, come again
Uh huh, ok, that's what I thought
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shh
Uh, huh, okay, what's up? What was said?
Uh huh, ok, what's up? Come again
Uh huh, ok, that's what I thought
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shh
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Writer(s): M Jamison
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