Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Say It Twice , by - Lil DonaldRelease date: 28.02.2019
Song language: English
Say It Twice |
| Lil Donald |
| Yeah (x3) |
| 217 on the track |
| Lil Donald |
| These hoes all wanna fight |
| Girl you messy, messy |
| Niggas ain’t having no paper |
| Oh you stressing, stressing |
| Mad cuz I’m getting money |
| Oh you jelly, jelly |
| Flex on all em' folk |
| Petty, petty |
| You need to hold some money again? |
| Oh you broke, broke |
| Oh you smoking gelato |
| Oh you smoke, smoke |
| Oh he frontin' you the weed |
| So you kap, kap |
| So they book you for shows |
| Like you rap, rap |
| Oh she do it with no hands |
| She a freak, freak |
| Oh it was 50 of y’all |
| So y’all was deep, deep |
| Oh you ain’t know I fast |
| You was sleep, sleep |
| 217 produced this? |
| Oh he make beat, beats |
| Racks in both my pockets |
| I got racks, racks |
| Damn, shawty fine |
| Oh she a snack, snack |
| Errybody know who you is |
| You got fame, fame |
| Pillow talkin' bout a nigga |
| Oh you lame, lame |
| These hoes all wanna fight |
| Girl you messy, messy |
| Niggas ain’t having no paper |
| Oh you stressing, stressing |
| Mad cuz I’m getting money |
| Oh you jelly, jelly |
| Flex on all em' folk |
| Petty, petty |
| Oh yo booty ain’t matching you thighs |
| You got surgery, surgery |
| Oh he locked up for breaking in houses |
| He do burglary, burglary |
| Oh she love every nigga with money |
| She thirsty, thirsty |
| Oh he pull up and serve grams |
| So he workin' workin' |
| His name in the paperwork |
| So he sneak, sneak |
| He own all em' cars |
| So he rich, rich |
| Oh them shoes $ 1200 |
| You fresh, fresh |
| You got that ass form yo momma |
| You blessed, blessed |
| Racks in both my pockets |
| I’m happy happy |
| Hittin' yo ho every night |
| I’m daddy, daddy |
| So you do talk to nobody |
| You single, single |
| Oh you packing all yo stuff |
| So you leavin', leavin' |
| These hoes all wanna fight |
| Girl you messy, messy |
| Niggas ain’t having no paper |
| Oh you stressing, stressing |
| Mad cuz I’m getting money |
| Oh you jelly, jelly |
| Flex on all em' folk |
| Petty, petty |