Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do It Again, artist - YSN Flow. Date of issue: 22.04.2021
Song language: English
Do It Again |
| 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 |
| Fuck on this bitch send her back to her nigga |
| She hitting 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’ma fuck her and her friend |
| I hit two hoes in a Benz |
| I got some killas that can’t be on camera |
| Play and they shoot like a lense |
| Ice on my body |
| I’m dripping water |
| I wash away all my sins |
| Run up on Doe |
| That’s a no go |
| You ah end up on the flow like YSN |
| He ain’t never caught no bodies |
| Why you let him run with ya gang? |
| Why he in? |
| Oh, you thought it was sweet, nigga try again |
| Slid a hour ago, tell them slide again |
| Try the band gods they drummin' |
| Yeah them chopsticks look like violins |
| Still screaming fuck yo dead homie |
| We ah dig him up, he could die again bitch |
| Snuck in the club and I came wit a blick |
| Came in wit her man |
| Left wit my dick |
| 60K I patek my wrist |
| 100 shots I protect my shhhhhh |
| I’m tryna hit a nigga |
| I don’t shoot in the wind |
| My lil steppa caught a body |
| He ready to do it again |
| 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 |
| Fuck on this bitch send her back to her nigga |
| She hitting 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 nigga |
| Don’t you see I’m rich my nigga? |
| You got a Glock but a bitch my nigga |
| You ain’t never hit no nigga |
| He talking hot guess he wanna get lit my nigga |
| 28 in my clip my nigga |
| Shout out my jeweler my neck look like piss my nigga |
| That’s why bitches pick a nigga |
| I’m tryna hold up my fist wit Rolex my wrist |
| And every Diamond on it hit |
| Look how I’m holding my stick |
| I’m ready to blitz |
| And put a nigga on his shit |
| Super hot I know I’m lit |
| Remember when I wasn’t shit |
| Now everybody want a pic |
| And everybody on my dick |
| These niggas switchin' sides |
| If he flipping sides then we flipping his whip |
| Fuck it balling hard I need a bucket |
| Making money bitch I love it |
| These bitches be fucking |
| That’s what I can’t do the loving |
| And that’s why I can’t do the trusting |
| I fuck then I’m dubbing |
| Momma I’m hot as a oven |
| And all these bitches tryna touch it |
| Look how I coming |
| Walk in the room and I’m bussing |
| Ain’t even fuck and she cumming |
| 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 |
| Fuck on this bitch send her back to her nigga |
| She hitting 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 |