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Letra : Do It Again (Original)
I'm tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again
I come from where you don't win
Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again
F**k on his b*t*h, send her back to her n***a
She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again
Hand-me-downs was all I rocked
I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again
I got on Gucci, this ain't even drip, my n***a
Don't you see I'm rich, my n***a?
You got a Glock but a b*t*h, my n***a
You ain't ever hit no n***a
He talkin' hot, guess he wanna get lit, my n***a
Two-eight in my clip, my n***a
Shout out my jeweler, my neck look like p*ss, my n***a
That's why b*t*hes pick a n***a
I'm tryna hold up my fist with Rollie my wrist
And every diamond on it hit
Look how I'm holdin' my stick
I'm ready to blitz and put a n***a on his sh*t
Super hot, I know I'm lit
Remember when I wasn't sh*t
Now everybody want a pic and everybody on my d**k
These n***as switchin' sides
If he flippin' sides then we flippin' his whip
F**k it, ballin' hard, I need a bucket, makin' money, b*t*h, I love it
These b*t*hes be f**kin', that's why I can't do the lovin'
And that's why I can't do the trustin', I f**ked, then I'm dubbin'
Mama, I'm hot as an oven and all these b*t*hes tryna touch it
Look how I'm comin', walk in the room and I'm bussin'
Ain't even f**k and she c*mmin'
I'm tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again
I come from where you don't win
Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again
F**k on his b*t*h, send her back to her n***a
She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again
Hand-me-downs was all I rocked
I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again
My n***as gon' go and get it, no excuses
Regardless if they lose it, get back up then get straight to it
He got a choppa, won't use it
Big Glock, red dot, let's shoot sh*t
B*t*h, I'm too lit, they can't do this
We piped up, f**k that cool sh*t
They on my d**k 'cause they on my new sh*t
Bad b*t*h ratchet, know she from Cleveland
We gon' f**k that sack up on the weekend
Every day 20K what I bring in
I was hustlin', down in that deep in
Thought I told you I don't give a f**k
I'ma roll my blunt, stinky, I'm smokin' on skunk
B*t*h, I keep my guns
Top off, skrrt off, yeah, too lit, b*t*h, we pop for real
My bro came with...
Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again
I come from where you don't win
Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again
F**k on his b*t*h, send her back to her n***a
She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again
Hand-me-downs was all I rocked
I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again
I got on Gucci, this ain't even drip, my n***a
Don't you see I'm rich, my n***a?
You got a Glock but a b*t*h, my n***a
You ain't ever hit no n***a
He talkin' hot, guess he wanna get lit, my n***a
Two-eight in my clip, my n***a
Shout out my jeweler, my neck look like p*ss, my n***a
That's why b*t*hes pick a n***a
I'm tryna hold up my fist with Rollie my wrist
And every diamond on it hit
Look how I'm holdin' my stick
I'm ready to blitz and put a n***a on his sh*t
Super hot, I know I'm lit
Remember when I wasn't sh*t
Now everybody want a pic and everybody on my d**k
These n***as switchin' sides
If he flippin' sides then we flippin' his whip
F**k it, ballin' hard, I need a bucket, makin' money, b*t*h, I love it
These b*t*hes be f**kin', that's why I can't do the lovin'
And that's why I can't do the trustin', I f**ked, then I'm dubbin'
Mama, I'm hot as an oven and all these b*t*hes tryna touch it
Look how I'm comin', walk in the room and I'm bussin'
Ain't even f**k and she c*mmin'
I'm tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again
I come from where you don't win
Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again
F**k on his b*t*h, send her back to her n***a
She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again
Hand-me-downs was all I rocked
I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again
My n***as gon' go and get it, no excuses
Regardless if they lose it, get back up then get straight to it
He got a choppa, won't use it
Big Glock, red dot, let's shoot sh*t
B*t*h, I'm too lit, they can't do this
We piped up, f**k that cool sh*t
They on my d**k 'cause they on my new sh*t
Bad b*t*h ratchet, know she from Cleveland
We gon' f**k that sack up on the weekend
Every day 20K what I bring in
I was hustlin', down in that deep in
Thought I told you I don't give a f**k
I'ma roll my blunt, stinky, I'm smokin' on skunk
B*t*h, I keep my guns
Top off, skrrt off, yeah, too lit, b*t*h, we pop for real
My bro came with...
