Do It Again (feat. R.A. The Rugged Man & Rittz) - Whitney Peyton: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Do It Again (feat. R.A. The Rugged Man & Rittz)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Do It Again (feat. R.A. The Rugged Man & Rittz) was released on August 24, 2018 by Tragic Hero Records as a part of the album Iridescent

Song Details

AlbumIridescent

Release DateAugust 24, 2018

LabelTragic Hero Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM61

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Whitney Peyton

Performer

Rittz

Performer

R.A. the Rugged Man

R.A. the Rugged Man

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Whitney Peyton

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Godsynth

Producer

Lyrics

I fuck shit up then I do it again

Sorry not sorry, I do it again

Take one shot then I do it again

Come tomorrow, I'ma do it again

Come tomorrow, I'ma do it again

Go ape then I do it again

I don't give a damn what kind of crew that you in

Showing up to parties uninvited

Drinking liquor while they looking at me like, "Um, who let you in?"

Smash cake then I steal the piñata

Fill it with vodka, medulla oblongata

Splitting, I gave 'em these scars like Mufasa

Homies I know Hufflepuff on that potter

I'm legit a sinner

When I grip the gin, so just admit the winner

Anybody thinking any different, I'ma come and

Ninja star your face with the fidget spinner, bitch

Too hard, too dark

Whitney Peyton, your music is getting too harsh

If you're wondering the reason I be scheming

Haters, look in the mirror 'cause you are

Now back to the positive vibes

Back to the party and Henny on ice

Using my name when referring to white girl

I am too hyphy to ever need limes

My mind, screwed in the head

My team is hot, you just pretend

My shit is popping, you just in bed

Snap on the mic and then do it again

I fuck shit up then I do it again

Sorry not sorry, I do it again

Take one shot then I do it again

Come tomorrow, I'ma do it again

Come tomorrow, I'ma do it again

I fuck shit up and I do it again and again and again

Wonder where the veteran been, I'm better than them

A legend when I pick up the pen, the message I send

I do it for real, I never pretend

Better send in your men, he spitting venom again

Put him on an award show but he'd never attend

Maybe I wasn't invited, stupid bitch, you can bite it

I got the anger inside of me, now the spark is ignited

I stick my dick in the drywall, I kick in your eyeball

They wishing that I fall, they ready to die, y'all

I do it, I did it, I did it just a little bit, I hit it

Didn't want to get me admitted into the clinic

Had to do a little better, had to beat him and burn him

He was a night of the living dead and I needed to learn him

It's real life, not Twitter, so you can't block me

And when I rock on the block, roll through with the posse

I spit on a racist and knock out a Nazi

I piss on his body like sorry not sorry

Ruthless, Eazy-E, diggy diggy dot

Punk rock, Iggy Pop with a city diddy bop

Put a bullet in the oink oink little piggy cop

West coast, east beef, Suge, Diddy, Biggie, Pac

When I shattered the earth into little pieces and demolished

Anybody that wasn't capable of seeing the knowledge

When I'm teaching and preaching, I'm always speaking Adonis

You little bitches better be ready to be paying me homage

Let 'em know my little homie Whitney P is a goddess

And anybody fucking with her catch a beating, I promise

The NYC apple, the source is rotten

It's the land where the legends are lost, forgotten

They thought that that'd be crack

Put the battery stack in the battery pack

The cabinet that Caligari pack, I do it again

I fuck shit up then I do it again

Sorry not sorry, I do it again

Take one shot then I do it again

Come tomorrow, I'ma do it again

Come tomorrow, I'ma do it again

Sorry not sorry like a lady Omari that got a baby

Accusing the man that may be responsible for the pregnancy

But when they finally read the results, it was she was shocked

Because the dude she thought that may be the father was negative

And he was gonna Roger Rabbit the cards

And to the crowd while they holler "

Caught him," the hoochie gets rammed

Then she ran backstage crying, kind of reminding me

Of a groupie wanting in my dressing room but she can't

Without fucking the stage manager, blowing the merch guy

Have it the first time, she'll do it again

If you ain't a fan, you probably ignore me

But since I'm sorta famous, you be thinking maybe you have a chance

Nope, and I can see through 'em like I'm zooming the lens

On the Canon camera and laughing in the coupe with the tints

My watch got some ice cubes in the band

I'm 'bout to pull a Mike, music show

Me what you gonna do for the 'Gram

They horny like a moose screwing a ram

But we ain't nothing but mammals

Me and Whitney Peyton just an example

Underdogs coming up with a handful of rappers

That we had to trample over 'cause we hustled and gambled

Tryna get to where we are today, I'm juggling to handle

It's a prime world chilling at an industry party

And I don't give a fuck who is or isn't important

They looking at me wrong, guarantee some shit'll get started

Because I fuck shit up then I do it again

Written by: Whitney Peyton

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