Rich The Kid - Did It Again lyrics

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Rich The Kid - Did It Again lyrics

Came up on some bands Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants He did it again Damn I did it again, damn that boy sh**ted again Juuging again, that boy juuging again Did he just hit another lick? damn Did he just run off with your sh**? damn Did he just pull up in a whip? damn Did he just f*ck another b*tch? yup And she just did one hundred tricks, damn She a freaky lil b*tch Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands. Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech I be ballin’ like Mike and them I got two TECs like I fight the ref P*ssy boy know it’s on sight for him Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands. Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech I be ballin’ like Mike and them I got two TECs like I fight the ref P*ssy boy know it’s on sight for him Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands. I seen that cash from afar I go to work for them bands, see the scars My weed make you dance with the stars Supersize my pockets, I’m living large McQueen gold on the scarf My shooters come out after dark I been 730 from the start It’s KD, yeah that young boy go hard I came through it all in designer These b*tches on me like piranhas My b*tch a G, she’ll align ya They like goddamn where you find her Ass so fat gotta climb her Ass so fat gotta climb her I’ma f*ck that girl then go rewind her I got hoes poppin’ up like reminders n***as folding up like a binder Ain’t no holding up, I’m on fire I be ballin’ out, 49ers I be boolin’ out like recliners We gon’ shoot it out when we find ya I’ma stack it up like a diner I’ma stack it up like the diner No I stack it up like the waffle house With this ho we got nothing to talk about I’ma hit it then tell her to walk it out I wanna talk to this guap when I’m talking now All my n***as keep yops and we walk around All my n***as talkin’ them digits Baby I talk it, I live it How he ballin’, girl he moving his pivot Told Vic pull up with some b*tches Got the Henny in my cup, got a couple lil s*uts They gon’ do it for the buzz I know she gon’ give it up. Came up on some bands Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants He did it again Damn I did it again, damn that boy sh**ted again Juuging again, that boy juuging again Did he just hit another lick? damn Did he just run off with your sh**? damn Did he just pull up in a whip? damn Did he just f*ck another b*tch? yup And she just did one hundred tricks, damn She a freaky lil b*tch Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip B*tch I’m smoking weed in the six Some of my n***as bloods, some of ‘em crips. Wear the Balmain like a Nike check I be ballin’ like Mike and them I got two TECs like I fight the ref P*ssy boy know it’s on sight for him Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands. B*tch I be ballin’ like Mike and them Way too much Act, get a Sprite for him F*ck her one time, bought the ho a Benz I’m breaking her off, tell her bring her friends F*ck up a check, I got plenty You mad cause your pockets is empty Brooklyn, pull up in a Bentley She s**in’ me up and I bust on her titty The roof went missing again Racks on me, walk around with a ten They hating on you, they don’t want you to win Rich forever, we done did it again. Came up on some bands Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants He did it again Damn I did it again, damn that boy sh**ted again Juuging again, that boy juuging again Did he just hit another lick? damn Did he just run off with your sh**? damn Did he just pull up in a whip? damn Did he just f*ck another b*tch? yup And she just did one hundred tricks, damn She a freaky lil b*tch Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip b*tch I’m smoking weed in the six Some of my n***as bloods, some of ‘em crips. Wear the Balmain like a Nike check I be ballin’ like Mike and them I got two TECs like I fight the ref p**y boy know it’s on sight for him Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bandsss.