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      Did It Again

      Rich The Kid

      Album: Rich Forever 3

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      "Did It Again"
      
      [Jay Critch:]
      Came up on some bands
      Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
      He did it again
      Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
      Juuging again, that boy juuging again
      Did he just hit another lick? damn
      Did he just run off with your shit? damn
      Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
      Did he just fuck another bitch? yup
      And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
      She a freaky lil bitch
      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
      Pussy 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
      Pussy 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 bitches on me like piranhas
      My bitch 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 fuck that girl then go rewind her
      I got hoes poppin' up like reminders
      Niggas 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 niggas keep yops and we walk around
      All my niggas talkin' them digits
      Baby I talk it, I live it
      How he ballin', girl he moving his pivot
      Told Vic pull up with some bitches
      Got the Henny in my cup, got a couple lil sluts
      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 shitted again
      Juuging again, that boy juuging again
      Did he just hit another lick? damn
      Did he just run off with your shit? damn
      Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
      Did he just fuck another bitch? yup
      And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
      She a freaky lil bitch
      Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip
      Bitch I'm smoking weed in the six
      Some of my niggas 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
      Pussy 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
      
      [Rich The Kid:]
      Bitch I be ballin' like Mike and them
      Way too much Act, get a Sprite for him
      Fuck her one time, bought the ho a Benz
      I'm breaking her off, tell her bring her friends
      Fuck 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 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
      
      [Jay Critch:]
      Came up on some bands
      Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
      He did it again
      Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
      Juuging again, that boy juuging again
      Did he just hit another lick? damn
      Did he just run off with your shit? damn
      Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
      Did he just fuck another bitch? yup
      And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
      She a freaky lil bitch
      Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip
      Bitch I'm smoking weed in the six
      Some of my niggas 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
      Pussy 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

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