Did It Again Lyrics - 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 out 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 

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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 

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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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 out 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 

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 

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 out the breeze, out the whip 

Bitch I'm smoking weed in the six 

Some of my niggas bloods, some of 'em crips 

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