Lyrics I'VE BEEN BORN AGAIN - BROCKHAMPTON
Hot
on
the
deck
like
I'm
wildin'
for
respect
It's
a
three-peat,
CC,
bitch,
you
in
the
D-League
Where
you
from,
though?
Can't
come
around
here,
this
shit
is
gated
We
made
it,
happy
belated,
I
see
the
race,
yeah
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,
duckin'
down,
hear
me
whine
(Ooh)
We
outside
now
(That's
right),
milk
carton
in
the
back
We
don't
like
to
fuck
around
with
the
niggas
in
the
back
Pullin'
triggers
in
the
'Lac
(That's
right)
Made
'em
pray,
stay
bad
Ayy,
Dad,
Hercules
want
his
fuckin'
waves
back
Stay
strapped
(Ooh,
I
like
that,
that's
right)
Dancin'
like
a
bad
bitch,
love
on
top
my
mattress
Hope
the
good
Lord
catch
this,
I
ain't
tellin'
backwards
Lie
just
like
an
actor,
Hollywood
is
batshit
Mama
in
the
South
still,
gold
all
in
my
mouth
still
Rappin'
'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
robbin'
them
Expressin'
for
myself,
like
I'm
fuckin'
Dennis
Rodman
(That's
right)
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?
When
I
line
'em
up,
you
know
that
I'm
shootin'
(That's
right)
It
ain't
no
one
business
who
or
what
we
doin'
(That's
right)
Hit
this
gas,
they
break
the
glass
and
keep
it
movin'
Tell
you
basic
bitches,
"I
know
I'm
a
nuisance"
Sugar,
yeah,
gimme
some
Gimme
dome,
I'ma
smoke
some
Y'all
ain't
want
the
smoke,
been
smokin'
Garden
gnome
shrooms,
y'all,
who
is
y'all?
This
what
it
mean
to
ball?
Okay,
Chateau
Marmont,
Shangri-La
Valet
parking,
drive
a
shit
whip
But
I
ain't
broke,
bitch
Rock
my
own
shit,
hit
my
own
switch
Watch
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
I'm
cornfed
Here
we
go
'gain,
hit
'em
one
mo'gin
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
Breakin'
dividends,
let
the
money
stack,
see
you,
copycats
I
ain't
trippin',
but
copy
that
It's
a
wrap,
keep
my
distance
Where's
Waldo,
but
we
winnin'
Me
and
my
dogs
ain't
finished
(That's
right)
The
real
know,
what's
a
billfold?
You
can't
fold,
I
stay
grinnin'
No
peekin'
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
muhfuckin'
ass
You
oughta
be
ashamed
of
yourselves
Get
yo'
muhfuckin'
ass
on
out
there
That's
all
you
gon'
be,
a
muhfucker
You
oughta
be
ashamed
of
yourselves
S-s-send
'em
out
the
door
They
ain't
knockin'
no
more
Send
'em-send
'em
out
the
door
They
ain't
knockin'
no
more
Send
'em-send
'em
out
the
door
They
ain't
knockin'
no
more
They
ain't
knockin'
no
more
They
ain't-they
ain't
knockin'
no
more
S-s-s-s-send
'em
out
the
door
They
ain't
knockin'
no
more
Send
'em-send
'em
out
the
door
They
ain't
knockin'
no
more
Send
'em-send
'em
out
the
door
They
ain't
knockin'
no
more
They-they-they
ain't
knockin'
no
more
They
ain't-they
ain't
knockin'
no
more
(That's
right)
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