Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How You Did It , by - PG RARelease date: 11.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How You Did It |
| Pop a lot of shit, I’m fuckin' bad bitches |
| I’m doin' buku numbers so I’m gettin' buku digits |
| They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t fuckin' wit' me |
| I got it out the mud that’s why I feel like, fuck a nigga |
| Oh, now they on my dick, «Ey, PG how you did it?» |
| I’m doin' buku numbers so I’m gettin' buku digits |
| They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t fuckin' wit' me |
| I got it out the mud that’s why I feel like, fuck a nigga |
| I done fucked around and came up, now they on my dick |
| I just had to change my lane, I switched my status, went legit |
| Quit that cappin', that ain’t it, I’m out in Bali wit' your bitch |
| She bad as fuck but I ain’t hit it, I just let her eat the dick |
| She keep the nut, don’t do no spittin' |
| And she know I’m lovin' it, ain’t wanna fuck, my brother hit |
| And please don’t touch me when you finish |
| I got racks all in these skinnies |
| Thought my dank was stank at Bennies |
| I can’t save it, bitch, I’m spendin' |
| I catch flights, I don’t catch feelings |
| Paper comin', I need plenty |
| Had 'em racks stacked to the ceiling |
| She got a fat cat, let me feel it |
| I’m like a Hellcat, you a Hemi |
| Drivin' fast, 'bout to crash, while I’m cruisin' doin' the dash |
| Woah, don’t move, I’m on yo' ass, so if I do, you better not lack |
| Pop a lot of shit, I’m fuckin' bad bitches |
| I’m doin' buku numbers so I’m gettin' buku digits |
| They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t fuckin' wit' me |
| I got it out the mud that’s why I feel like, fuck a nigga |
| Oh, now they on my dick, «Ey, PG how you did it?» |
| I’m doin' buku numbers so I’m gettin' buku digits |
| They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t fuckin' wit' me |
| I got it out the mud that’s why I feel like, fuck a nigga |
| Feel like fuck you, nigga |
| I can’t trust you, nigga |
| Used to bust for nigga |
| Now don’t even say what’s up to nigga |
| Jackboy, how he did it |
| I did it wit' a glizzy |
| Swear to God, I was terrorizin' inner city |
| Swear to God, my new Glock came with some titties |
| Big extended clip, ooh, yeah, Jimmy |
| This a robbery, ooh, yeah, bitch gimme |
| Can’t give the streets a break, my whole set busy |
| Pop a lot of shit, I’m fuckin' bad bitches |
| I’m doin' buku numbers so I’m gettin' buku digits |
| They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t fuckin' wit' me |
| I got it out the mud that’s why I feel like, fuck a nigga |
| Oh, now they on my dick, «Ey, PG how you did it?» |
| I’m doin' buku numbers so I’m gettin' buku digits |
| They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t fuckin' wit' me |
| I got it out the mud that’s why I feel like, fuck a nigga |