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Yeah Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, man Whole lotta sauce, like shit man, you know? Gettin' money forever, nigga get [?] Nigga come join the label, nigga, you know Yeah, yeah, yeah I did it again [?] I did it again For real [?] [?] Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah A killer right here on the side of my passenger, yeah Yeah for the low, they attack him (Pow-pow) Yeah for my brodie, I get you wet If she got a ass, it gotta get smacked On the way to the show getting head in the back (Skrr) Bro getting head in the back of the 'Bach (Skrr) I do not fuck with these niggas they rats (Yeah) Not finna talk if it ain't about a pack Pick shorty I heard she trickin' again Fresh off the dome, I don't need me no pen Took so many years, like I'm just trying to win Letras de cancionesThey said I wouldn't do it, I did it again (Again) Yeah, I did it again They said I wouldn't do it, I did it again (Again) Yeah, I did it again They said I wouldn't do it, I did it again (Again) I kick shorty out then we join on her friend (Damn) And I heard they were twins (Heard they were twins) Calabasas in the Hills in the Benz (Skrr) Doing 180 again Get on your hustle, it ain't no excuses (For real) Drop off this, shorty said I'm a booster (Yeah) Not in the league but I hang with the shooter (Yeah) A nigga talking out they neck I'ma do him A killer right here on the side of my passenger (Of my passenger) Yeah for the low, they attack him (Yeah) Yeah for my brodie, I get you wet If she got a ass, it gotta get smacked On the way to the show getting head in the back (Skrr) Bro getting head in the back of the 'Bach (Skrr) I do not fuck with these niggas they rats Not finna talk if it ain't about a pack A killer right here on the side of my passenger (Of my passenger) Yeah for the low, they attack him (Attack him) Yeah for my brodie, I get you wet If she got a ass, it gotta get smacked On the way to the show getting head in the back Bro getting head in the back of the 'Bach I do not fuck with these niggas they rats Not finna talk if it ain't about a pack Pick shorty I heard she trickin' again Fresh off the dome, I don't need me no pen Took so many years, like I'm just trying to win They said I wouldn't do it, I did it again (Again) Yeah, I did it again They said I wouldn't do it, I did it again (Again) Yeah, I did it again They said I wouldn't do it, I did it again (Again) Cut shorty out like they do with the cable (Uh) Can't help I'm a natural player (For real) Might take me a trip to Barbados And get my dick suck, every day that I wake up Being a boss only comes with a pay cut (Yeah) I want your face, no make up (Make up) I want your face, then break up (Break up) Whenever I shoot, it's waist up (Waist up) Whenever I hit, get 'em outta there (Yeah) I get it I'm out then I'm outta there Running my money up, yeah Niggas know they can't compete Fuck on the floor, they won't fuck up the sheets Drop not for real and I'll fuck up the streets Been on the road ain't been getting no sleep (Yeah) Put this dick up her back and I fuck her to sleep (Yeah) A killer right here on the side of my passenger (Of my passenger) Yeah for the low, they attack him (Attack him) Yeah for my brodie, I get you wet If she got a ass, it gotta get smacked On the way to the show getting head in the back Bro getting head in the back of the 'Bach (Skrr) I do not fuck with these niggas they rats Not finna talk if it ain't about a pack Pick shorty I heard she trickin' again Fresh off the dome, I don't need me no pen Took so many years, like I'm just trying to win They said I wouldn't do it, I did it again (Again) Yeah, I did it again They said I wouldn't do it, I did it again (Again) Yeah, I did it again They said I wouldn't do it, I did it again (Again) Yeah, my nigga, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh I did it again You know that my nigga, yeah, uh Oh I did it again, nigga From Letras Mania