| Came up on some bands
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| Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
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| He did it again
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| Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
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| Juuging again, that boy juuging again
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| Did he just hit another lick? |
| damn
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| Did he just run off with your shit? |
| damn
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| Did he just pull up in a whip? |
| damn
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| Did he just fuck another bitch? |
| yup
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| And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
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| She a freaky lil bitch
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| Smoking dope out the breeze, out the whip
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| Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
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| Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
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| I wear the Balmain like a Nike check
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| I be ballin' like Mike and them
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| I got two TECs like I fight the ref
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| Pussy boy know it’s on sight for him
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| Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
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| Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
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| Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
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| I be ballin' like Mike and them
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| I got two TECs like I fight the ref
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| Pussy boy know it’s on sight for him
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| Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
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| Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
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| I seen that cash from afar
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| I go to work for them bands, see the scars
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| My weed make you dance with the stars
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| Supersize my pockets, I’m living large
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| McQueen gold on the scarf
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| My shooters come out after dark
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| I been 730 from the start
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| It’s KD, yeah that young boy go hard
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| I came through it all in designer
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| These bitches on me like piranhas
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| My bitch a G, she’ll align ya
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| They like goddamn where you find her
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| Ass so fat gotta climb her
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| Ass so fat gotta climb her
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| I’ma fuck that girl then go rewind her
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| I got hoes poppin' up like reminders
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| Niggas folding up like a binder
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| Ain’t no holding up, I’m on fire
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| I be ballin' out, 49ers
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| I be boolin' out like recliners
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| We gon' shoot it out when we find ya
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| I’ma stack it up like a diner
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| I’ma stack it up like the diner
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| No I stack it up like the waffle house
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| With this ho we got nothing to talk about
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| I’ma hit it then tell her to walk it out
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| I wanna talk to this guap when I’m talking now
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| All my niggas keep yops and we walk around
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| All my niggas talkin' them digits
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| Baby I talk it, I live it
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| How he ballin', girl he moving his pivot
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| Told Vic pull up with some bitches
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| Got the Henny in my cup, got a couple lil sluts
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| They gon' do it for the buzz
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| I know she gon' give it up
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| Came up on some bands
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| Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
|
| He did it again
|
| Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
|
| Juuging again, that boy juuging again
|
| Did he just hit another lick? |
| damn
|
| Did he just run off with your shit? |
| damn
|
| Did he just pull up in a whip? |
| damn
|
| Did he just fuck another bitch? |
| yup
|
| And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
|
| She a freaky lil bitch
|
| Smoking dope out the breeze, out the whip
|
| Bitch I’m smoking weed in the six
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| Some of my niggas bloods, some of ‘em crips
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| Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
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| I be ballin' like Mike and them
|
| I got two TECs like I fight the ref
|
| Pussy boy know it’s on sight for him
|
| Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
|
| Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
|
| I be ballin' like Mike and them
|
| Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
|
| I be ballin' like Mike and them
|
| I got two TECs like I fight the ref
|
| Pussy boy know it’s on sight for him |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Did It Again, artist - Jay Critch. Album song Rich Forever 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп