Lyrics

Do It Again Earlly Mac Up all night, I'ma do it again Yeah I made some mistakes, that a nigga wouldn't change, I'ma do it again So I hit once, hit twice, so high had to do it again And I'ma live my motherfucking life like I might not do it again, do it again Yeah, late night text from my ex. I'ma do it again Got rich like a bitch one time, I'ma fuck around and do it again I know I ain't doing what Im supposed to do, but fuck it ima do it again How you feel? How I feel? Like I made this shit real And im loving how it feel, Ima motherfuckin do it again I guess once wasn't enough so let's do it again Yeah, run it back again and again Got damn, man, I should've been on ESPN Yeah, hit it so many times I had her thinking 'bout myself just fucking her friend Yeah, arm out the window with the blocka blocka Then when it's when the ducking begin I do it whatever the when Get me the money out your pockets, you don't need it, then I'm out I ain't gotta give a reason cause I know Never seen a nigga fix a problem if he broke If I take a L then that be the day I smoke Looking at the bitches, I'll take anyone I want Give me what I need, but please don't give me what I don't A lot of sex, no stress, not a lot of dates If she ain't got an ass on it then she out of shape I love it when I hit it from the back (that's right) I love it when the liars want her back (that's right) I love it when they give me money back It's funny how these funny niggas act Getting money where these funny niggas at From the front and in the back, where these funny niggas at From the front and in the back Now these bitches call me God put 'em on the map She was falling out with troopers, steady making out with Mac You should be motivated but you mad I made it Aggravated 'til I'm like let's get collaborated Now you in my face with a fake congratulations You and girl stood together, oh, I'm glad y'all made it Yeah, y'all together, but when I walk in it's funny how y'all get decapitated And the holy matrimony is out the window when she's on my mattress naked My MasterCard got her masturbatin', got damn, I made it I'm in the MGM Grand like I own that shit So much paper I could loan that shit Fuck that though, I'd rather just Stallone my shit Jesus piece on, I had to stone that shit Getting stoned every stuck, every day I do My old bitches praying that I never, ever say "I do" Got success, on déjà vu Sean Michael Anderson is who you make the pay out to You, you be on the internet straight cyberhating While I'm up in fur like I'm fucking hibernating In the cold cold city, where you just gotta make it Where the people violated then their pupils dilated Looking like a black eye pea I swear life's harder with a black ID So I'mma get that motherfucking white money Everytime I black out on beats
Writer(s): Edmund John Simons, Ali Love, Thomas Owen Mostyn Rowlands Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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