Another One (Explicit)歌词-NojokeJigsaw&AR Paisley

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Another One Lyrics

NoJoke Jigsaw ft AR Paisley

Underneath the stars while the sun is up 

Whip foreigns

Now we drive pass the shuttle bus

She never gave a fuck 

Now she fuck with us 

But I ain’t got no time

I’m tryna run it up

Trenches cold so a nigga had to buddle up 

Opps dess can’t believe they tryna huddle up 

Niggas my sons no Burberry button up 

Folks mad can’t believe I made another one 

Verse NojokeJigsaw:

Everything I do major 

Been preeing paper 

Since a teenager 

Ain’t from trenches

Then you don’t know danger

Getting to a bag since Motorola razors

Might have the sauce 

But he ain’t got flavour 

Get to the change 

But don’t ever let it change ya

Do me a favour don’t do me any favours 

Middle finger hater

I’m the hood favourite 

In the penthouse suite 

But ain’t shit sweet 

Studio trapping 

I been at it all week 

I be with them steppas

Ain’t talking stampedes 

Real rap this is facts

Rinse a pack then repeat 

Getting rid of birds

While the birdies still chirping

Used to da run for da bus 

Now we lane swerving

Ain’t rich yet

So a nigga still working

Don’t fuck wit niggas

Sort of like Donald Sterling

Opps in my dms 

Telling me that they like my shit 

Commenting on my stories 

But won’t like my pics 

Don’t ever wanna hear 

Does he write his shit

Shitting on these bums 

Haters suck my dick

For real 

Underneath the stars while the sun is up 

Whip foreigns

Now we drive pass the shuttle bus

She never gave a fuck 

Now she fuck with us 

But I ain’t got no time

I’m tryna run it up

Trenches cold so a nigga had to buddle up 

Opps dess can’t believe they tryna huddle up 

Niggas my sons no Burberry button up 

Folks mad can’t believe I made another one 

Verse AR Paisley:

I’m underneath the stars when the sun is up

Me and Jiggy back to back

Here’s another one

I get a cheque from the bank

Then I run it up

Double up

Now all the gold diggers loving us

This year yeah,

I’m a clear a hundred plus

Got a hundred bands

I call that a honey bun

I was a hater too

Then I got my money up

Why they claiming they the fam

They ain’t one of us

Do me a favour don’t do me any favours

I’m in love with 3 girls

I got different flavours

Crib got elevators

I can’t see the neighbours

I been living good

That’s why I got plenty haters

Used to have pennies

Now I got plenty paper

I’m with the team

And we balling like the Lakers

Walking thru the jungle

And we gon do it major

Fox fur coat and my shoes alligator

Underneath the stars while the sun is up 

Whip foreigns

Now we drive pass the shuttle bus

She never gave a fuck 

Now she fuck with us 

But I ain’t got no time

I’m tryna run it up

Trenches cold so a nigga had to buddle up 

Opps dess can’t believe they tryna huddle up 

Niggas my sons no Burberry button up 

Folks mad can’t believe I made another one