Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do It Again, artist - Whitney Peyton. Album song iridescent, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.08.2018
Record label: Tragic Hero
Song language: English
Do It Again |
I fuck shit up, then I do it again |
Sorry, not sorry, I do it again |
Take one shot then I do it again |
Come tomorrow, Ima do it again |
Come tomorrow, Ima do it again |
Go ape then I do it again |
I don’t give a damn what kinda crew that you in |
Showin' up to parties uninvited, drinkin' liquor |
While they’re lookin' at me like «uh, who let you in?» |
Smash cake then I steal the pinata |
Fill it with vodka, medulla oblongata |
Split and I give em these stars like Mufasa |
Homies I know hufflepuff on the potter |
I’m legit a sinner |
When I grip the gin, so just admit the winner |
Anybody thinkin' any different I’ma come and ninja star your face with a fidget |
spinner, bitch! |
Too hard, too dark |
Whitney Peyton, your music is gettin' too harsh! |
If you’re wonderin' the reason I be schemin' |
Haters look in the mirror cause you are, now |
Back to the positive vibes |
Back to the party and henny on ice |
Usin' my name when referring to White Girl |
I am too hyphy to ever need lines |
My my! |
Screwed in the head |
My team is hot! |
You just pretend |
My shit is poppin' |
You just in bed |
Snap on the mic and then do it again |
I fuck shit up, then I do it again |
Sorry, not sorry, I do it again |
Take one shot then I do it again |
Come tomorrow, Ima do it again |
Come tomorrow, Ima do it again |
I fuck shit up |
And I do it, again again and again |
Wonderin' where the veteran been |
I’m better than them |
A legend when I pick up the pen |
The message I send I do it for real, I never pretend |
Better send in your men |
He’s spittin' venom again |
Put 'im on an award show but he never attend! |
Maybe I wasn’t invited, stupid bitch you could bite it |
I got the anger inside of me now the spark is ignited |
I stick my dick in the drywall |
I kick in your eyeball |
They wishin' that I fall |
They ready to die, all |
I do it, I did it, I did it |
Just a little bit I hit it |
Didn’t want to get me admitted into the clinic |
Had to do a little better, had to beat em and burn em |
He was the knight of the livin' dead and I needed to learn him |
It’s real life, not twitter, so you can’t block me |
And when I rock on the block, roll through with the posse |
I spit on a racist and knock out a nazi |
Piss on his body like sorry not sorry |
Ruthless, Eazy-E |
Diggy diggy dock |
Punk rock, Iggy Pop |
With the city, diddy bop |
Put a bullet in the oink oink little piggy cop |
West coast, east beef, shook, Diddy, Biggie, Pac |
When I shatter the Earth into little pieces and demolish anybody that wasn’t |
capable of seein' the knowledge |
When I’m teachin' and preachin', I’m always speakin' Adonis |
You little bitches better be ready to be payin' me homage |
Let 'em know my little homie Whitney P is a goddess |
And anybody fuckin' with her catch a beating I promise |
The NYC Apple, the source is rotten |
It’s a land where the legends are lost, forgotten |
They thought that that’d be crack |
Put the battery stack |
In the battery pack |
I fuck shit up, then I do it again |
Sorry, not sorry, I do it again |
Take one shot then I do it again |
Come tomorrow, Ima do it again |
Come tomorrow, Ima do it again |
Sorry, not sorry |
Like a lady on Maury |
They got a baby, accusin' the man that’s maybe responsible |
For the pregnancy but when they finally read the results |
But she was shocked cause the dude she thought that maybe the father was |
Negative and he was gon' to roger rabbit the cars |
And tell the crowd what they (?) |
Then she ran backstage, crying |
Kinda reminded me of a groupie |
Wantin' in my dressin' room but she can’t |
Without fuckin' the stage manager |
Blowin' the merch guy |
Happened the first time, she’d do it again |
If you weren’t a fan, you probably won’t know me |
But since I’m sorta famous you be thinkin' maybe you have a chance |
Nope |
And I can see through 'em like I’m zoomin the lens |
On the can with a camera, laughin' in a coupe with the tints |
But watch, got some ice cubes and a band |
I’m about to pull a Mike Busey show me whatcha gonna do for the gram |
They horny like a bull skull and a ram |
But we ain’t nothin' but mammals |
Me and Whitney Peyton just an example |
Underdogs comin' up with the handful |
Of rappers that we had to trample over |
Cause we hustled and gambled |
Tryna get to where we are today, I’m chuggin' a handful |
Of some Crown Royal chillin' at some industry party |
And I don’t give a fuck who is, or isn’t important |
They lookin' at me wrong guarantee some shit’ll get started |
Cause I fuck shit up then I do it again |