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slump6s – did it again lyrics

[chorus]
i just went did it again, i just went up (huh, yeah)
i just went did it again, i just went up (huh, yeah)
i just went did it again, i just went up (huh, yeah)
i just went did it again, i just went up (huh, yeah)
i just went did it again, i just went up (huh, yeah)
i just went did it again, i don’t give a f+ck (woo, woo)
hunnid racks, up in a benz, i got a new truck (woo, woo)
i just be puttin’ in work, this sh+t is not luck (woo, woo)
all these rap n+ggas be dirt, these lil’ n+ggas suck (woo, woo)

[verse 1]
i’m at the top of the earth, i’m in this bih’ with my cuz’
don’t even like that lil’ b+tch, f+ck that lil’ hoe, just because
[?], call me lil kota’, b+tch
they want a piece of my buzz
no nintendo, i stay with a switch, ’cause these streets don’t got no love
i’m on the wock’, b+tch, pour four, all in my cup, uh, uh (blatt, blatt)
better not talk sh+t, p+ssy ass n+gga, get cut, uh, uh (yeah)
my b+tch too toxic, i’m finna f+ck on her b+tt, uh, uh (fah)
that n+gga lost it, cig’ finna f+ck up his lungs
hop in the stu’, and i get it in (huh)
yo’ b+tch, she eat me like cinnamon (huh)
don’t play with me, i got many men (huh)
dakota just got on his sh+t again (huh)
don’t wanna f+ck on yo’ b+tch again
you talkin’ down, i might f+ck on yo’ b+tch again, uh
please take a look at my wrist again
that sh+t a show you, that my money glistenin’ (blatt)
turn that sh+t off, we ain’t listenin’
n+ggas tryn’ beef, i ain’t doin’ this again, uh
talk down on me, you go missin’, in
hunters on me, and they all got an f&n, uh
choppa on me, and it’s deafenin’
i’m gettin’ money, lil’ b+tch that’s a definite (yeah)
run up on me, then you better get
run with a glock, ’cause this sh+t is [?]
[verse 2]
hop in a rocket, i blast off, uh
i’m spittin’ fire, like asphalt, uh
i tell these rap n+ggas, “that’s a joke”
i really be laughin’ my ass off, uh
in the stu’, workin’ my ass off
[?], so i’m takin’ her ass off, uh
speakin’ on me, boy, you dead wrong
dnd, b+tch, i ain’t checkin’ my cellphone
got a whip, so i’m drivin’ my self home
love my b+tch, but she drivin’ me crazy
“hunnid racks, or a dinner with jay z?”
b+tch, i’m definitely spendin’ a hunnid racks
then i’m makin’ it back in the same week
i be carryin’ them, on they own track
it make sense why they don’t want to pay me
all these n+ggas be fans, ain’t no ac

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