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letra de do it again - christhecooker

[verse 1]
your crazy to think that i couldn’t
this shit right here is too easy to me
that boy just went two for two
picture someone tryna hit for me
these niggas just want a hit from me
i be providing the blasts
ken griffey work with the bat
when i get on its a wrap
peep how i clear all them bases
bring all of my niggas home
when i stand up to the plate
i don’t leave nobody on
y’all niggas must got it wrong
no peds to perform
i got your back to the wall
don’t even look cuz it’s gone
nigga he did it again
turning that nothing to something
when is it all gunna end?
the way that we up its disgusting
consistency dog is the key
and keys do be opening doors
i make it look so familiar
just like i did it before
since the first time i did it they always been asking for mo’ (more)
on behalf of them niggas i went back and cooked at the stove
they be like d-mn there he go
that boy about to get busy
when i’m gone bet you miss me
won’t stop till i’m fifty
everything is in the wrist
(this shit is just second nature)
i was born blessed with the gift
(i’m a magnet to the paper)
man i had to bring it back
(my return, no receipt)
curtain calls when i’m on
(encores when i speak )
consecutive nights with the walk off
might take a pie to the face
might take shower in gatorade
you wish that you had a taste
uh
i get the standing ovations
followed by rounds of applause
because the work is amazing

[bridge]
(ayo lon )
(this feel like going back down hollis ave nigga)
(hollis deli i’m swinging through there nigga)

[verse 2]
always treat others the way you want to be treated
always put up a fight like you can’t be defeated
we some overachievers, went from blowing the scheba
on kissena riding in hondas wishing that they were beamers
from a fan to a player now they cheer from the bleachers
always spoke fly shit just now it comes through the speakers
now i’m coming through ether
death on arrival
blessed by the good book
the keys to survival
keep your ears open, but your eyes even wider
friends close, enemies closer
head to the sky
be the realest alive
till the day that i die

[outro]
writing the blueprint to live the dream

and ever since my mom birthed me

my eyes they always been on the green

ever since my mom birthed me

my eyes they always been on the green

ever since my mom birthed me
ever since my mom birthed me

- christhecooker

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