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​did it again lyrics
[intro]
(i don’t love you anymore)
(glorytee)

[pre-chorus]
n-ggas wanna be like me but them boys can’t
i done bossed up on these n-ggas, show my rank
all y’all n-ggas hoes, boy, just stop saying my name
lil’ bro keep on dissin’ but that b-tch boy is so lame lame lame lame

[chorus]
all of you n-ggas my sons (huh)
i got condones in this blunt
say you do fraud but yo’ ass ain’t on nun
hemi talking like his big bro ain’t runtz (ha, ha, ha)
y’all needa get the f-ck off a my d-ck
y’all praising romani but he messing with kids
uppin’ that choppa, lil’ boy i don’t miss
who the f-ck jssr that n-gga a -bleep-
cap ’bout fraud, you don’t got no bins
i done k!lled yo’ ass once, i can do it again
you got the drop and yo’ ass still ain’t spin
yeah
vlo done did it again
yeah, i done did it again
who the f-ck six bro, that n-gga my kid (huh)
i done did it again
i done did it again
[verse]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
speaking on pts like his ass not yo’ dad
why these lil’ n-ggas done got me mad
word on the street, is yo’ mom got them crabs (eughhh)
talking crazy like yo’ last name ain’t adams
uppin’ that choppa, shoot it at his adams
i f-cked yo’ b-tch, lil’ n-gga f-cked yo’ madam
you talking ’bout guns b-tch, go get ’em, go grab ’em (yeah)
lil’ bro this sh-t getting old (yeah)
i f-cked yo’ b-tch at the show (yeah)
yo’ sh-t ass, we know (yeah)
hop-hop in that foreign, i mother f-ckin’ go (yeah)
got my bag up, b-tch, i got my stats up
we finna take off his top like it’s cancer
keepin’ that bl!cky, turn ’em to a dancer (yeah)

[pre-chorus]
n-ggas wanna be like me but them boys can’t
i done bossed up on these n-ggas, show my rank
all y’all n-ggas hoes, boy, just stop saying my name
lil’ bro keep on dissin’ but that b-tch boy is so lame lame lame lame

[chorus]
all of you n-ggas my sons (huh)
i got condones in this blunt
say you do fraud but yo’ ass ain’t on nun
hemi talking like his big bro ain’t runtz (ha, ha, ha)
y’all needa get the f-ck off a my d-ck
y’all praising romani but he messing with kids
uppin’ that choppa, lil’ boy i don’t miss
who the f-ck jssr that n-gga a b-tch
cap ’bout fraud, you don’t got no bins
i done k!lled yo’ ass once, i can do it again
you got the drop and yo’ ass still ain’t spin
yeah
vlo done did it again
yeah, i done did it again
who the f-ck six bro, that n-gga my kid (huh)
i done did it again
i done did it again

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