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letra de do it again (original) - ysn flow

[chorus: ysn flow]
i’m tryna run up them bands, give that to my friends
so i can go do it again
i come from where you don’t win
finally won, but scared i’ma lose it again
f-ck on his b-tch, send her back to her n-gga
she hittin’ my phone tryna do it again
hammy downs was all i rocked
i ain’t have no guap, no, i can’t go through it again

[verse 1: ysn flow]
i got on gucci, this ain’t even drip, my n-gga
don’t you see i’m rich, my n-gga?
you got a glock but a b-tch, my n-gga
you ain’t ever hit no n-gga
he talkin’ hot, i guess he wanna get lit, my n-gga
28 in my clip, my n-gga
shout out my jeweler, my neck look like p-ss, my n-gga
that’s why b-tches pick a n-gga
i’m tryna hold up my fist with rolex my wrist
and every diamond on it hit
look how i’m holdin’ my stick
i’m ready to blitz and put a n-gga on his sh-t
super hot, i know i’m lit, remember when i wasn’t sh-t
now everybody want a pic, everybody on my d-ck
these n-ggas switchin’ sides
if he flippin’ sides then we flippin’ his whip
f-ck it, ballin’ hard, i need a bucket, makin’ money, b-tch, i love it
these b-tches be f-ckin’, that’s why i can’t do the lovin’
and that’s why i can’t do the trustin’, i f-cked then i’m dubbin’
mama, i’m hot as an oven and all these b-tches tryna touch it
look how i’m comin’, walk in the room and i’m bussin’
ain’t even f-ck and she cummin’
[chorus]
i’m tryna run up them bands, give that to my friends
so i can go do it again
i come from where you don’t win
finally won, but scared i’ma lose it again
f-ck on his b-tch, send her back to her n-gga
she hittin’ my phone tryna do it again
hammy downs was all i rocked
i ain’t have no guap, no, i can’t go through it again

[verse 2]
my n-ggas gon’ go and get it, no excuses
regardless if they lose it, get back up then get straight to it
he got a choppa, won’t use it
big glock, red dot, let’s shoot sh-t
b-tch, i’m too lit, they can’t do this
we piped up, f-ck that cool sh-t
they on my d-ck ’cause they on my new sh-t
bad b-tch ratchet, know she from cleveland
we gon’ f-ck that sack up on the weekend
every day 20k what i bring in
i was hustlin’, down in that deep in
thought i told you i don’t give a f-ck
i’ma roll my blunt, stinky, i’m smokin’ on skunk
b-tch, i keep my guns
top off, [?], too lit, b-tch, we pop for real
my bro came with…

- ysn flow

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