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jay critch - did it again (remix) lyrics

[hook: jay critch]
came up on some bands
balmain the sweater, truey the pants
he did it again
d-mn i did it again, d-mn that boy sh-tted again
juuging again, that boy juuging again
did he just hit another lick? d-mn
did he just run off with your sh-t? d-mn
did he just pull up in a whip? d-mn
did he just f-ck another b-tch? yup
and she just did one hundred tricks, d-mn
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

[post-hook: jay critch]
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

[verse 1: jay critch]
i seen that cash from afar
i go to war for them bands, see the scars
my weed make you dance with the stars
supersize my pockets, i’m living large
mcqueen skull 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 godd-mn where you find her
-ss so fat gotta climb her
-ss so fat gotta climb her
i’ma f-ck that girl then go rewind her
i got hoes poppin’ up like reminders
n-gg-s 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-gg-s keep yops and we walk around
all my n-gg-s 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 sl-ts
they gon’ do it for the buzz
i know she gon’ give it up

[hook: jay critch]
came up on some bands
balmain the sweater, truey the pants
he did it again
d-mn i did it again, d-mn that boy sh-tted again
juuging again, that boy juuging again
did he just hit another lick? d-mn
did he just run off with your sh-t? d-mn
did he just pull up in a whip? d-mn
did he just f-ck another b-tch? yup
and she just did one hundred tricks, d-mn
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-gg-s bloods, some of ‘em crips

[verse 2: rich the kid]
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 suckin’ me up and i bust on her t-tty
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

[hook: jay critch]
came up on some bands
balmain the sweater, truey the pants
he did it again
d-mn i did it again, d-mn that boy sh-tted again
juuging again, that boy juuging again
did he just hit another lick? d-mn
did he just run off with your sh-t? d-mn
did he just pull up in a whip? d-mn
did he just f-ck another b-tch? yup
and she just did one hundred tricks, d-mn
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-gg-s bloods, some of ‘em crips

- jay critch lyrics

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