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RamboDaDemon - Did It Again Lyrics



RamboDaDemon - Did It Again Lyrics
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Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Woah
Woah
Woah (yeah)
I done got rich and went broke, and did it again, yeah (and did it again)
She ain't want to give me that pussy, so I just f*cked on her friends, yeah
Designer all over my hoodie
I don't even know what's the brand, yeah (I don't even know)
Niggas asking for a handout, I look like I don't got no hands, yeah
Yesterday I was off perks, but tonight I'm off Xans, yeah
I was down bad, I was hurt, I guess it was part of the plan, yeah
I'll leave that boy on the shirt, if he try to f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Please don't f*ck with my gang
Don't f*ck with my gang (yeah)
Sippin' on this lean, got me movin' slow-mo (slow)
I'm in my happy place, do not f*ck with my mojo (yeah, yeah)
We count hella paper, but you know I still want more dough (more dough)
More dough
On top of more dough
On top of more dough
If she ain't f*ckin, I tell her see ya later (see ya later)
I'm goin' up like an escalator
Why these niggas always testin' my patience (uh, huh)
Why these niggas movin' funny, they fakin
F*ck her one night, then it's wraps after that
If you want a verse, need a stack for the track
Only thing on my mind is just run of these racks
If you want my time, gotta pay me for that (for that)
Don't see nobody when I'm in that mode
I swear I'm so hot, like my hand on the stove (hand on the stove)
I swear I'm that nigga that you don't want smoke with (I swear)
Kill that boy just for the way he approachin
Sendin' shots, all of them swish like the Derozan
I won't hit the club if I can't bring my pole in (yeah, yeah)
I'm off that xanny, I'm geeked, yeah (uh, huh)
Just look in my eyes, bitch, I'm rollin, yeah (I'm rollin)
I done got rich and went broke, and did it again, yeah (and did it again)
She ain't want to give me that pussy, so I just f*cked on her friends, yeah
Designer all over my hoodie
I don't even know what's the brand, yeah (I don't even know)
Niggas asking for a handout, I look like I don't got no hands, yeah
I done got rich and went broke, and did it again, yeah (and did it again)
She ain't want to give me that pussy, so I just f*cked on her friends, yeah (I f*cked on her friend)
Designer all over my hoodie
I don't even know what's the brand, yeah (I don't even know)
Niggas asking for a handout, I look like I don't got no hands
I don't got no hands, I don't
Woah
Woah
Woah
Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Please don't f*ck with my gang
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Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Woah
Woah
Woah (yeah)
I done got rich and went broke, and did it again, yeah (and did it again)
She ain't want to give me that pussy, so I just f*cked on her friends, yeah
Designer all over my hoodie
I don't even know what's the brand, yeah (I don't even know)
Niggas asking for a handout, I look like I don't got no hands, yeah
Yesterday I was off perks, but tonight I'm off Xans, yeah
I was down bad, I was hurt, I guess it was part of the plan, yeah
I'll leave that boy on the shirt, if he try to f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Please don't f*ck with my gang
Don't f*ck with my gang (yeah)
Sippin' on this lean, got me movin' slow-mo (slow)
I'm in my happy place, do not f*ck with my mojo (yeah, yeah)
We count hella paper, but you know I still want more dough (more dough)
More dough
On top of more dough
On top of more dough
If she ain't f*ckin, I tell her see ya later (see ya later)
I'm goin' up like an escalator
Why these niggas always testin' my patience (uh, huh)
Why these niggas movin' funny, they fakin
F*ck her one night, then it's wraps after that
If you want a verse, need a stack for the track
Only thing on my mind is just run of these racks
If you want my time, gotta pay me for that (for that)
Don't see nobody when I'm in that mode
I swear I'm so hot, like my hand on the stove (hand on the stove)
I swear I'm that nigga that you don't want smoke with (I swear)
Kill that boy just for the way he approachin
Sendin' shots, all of them swish like the Derozan
I won't hit the club if I can't bring my pole in (yeah, yeah)
I'm off that xanny, I'm geeked, yeah (uh, huh)
Just look in my eyes, bitch, I'm rollin, yeah (I'm rollin)
I done got rich and went broke, and did it again, yeah (and did it again)
She ain't want to give me that pussy, so I just f*cked on her friends, yeah
Designer all over my hoodie
I don't even know what's the brand, yeah (I don't even know)
Niggas asking for a handout, I look like I don't got no hands, yeah
I done got rich and went broke, and did it again, yeah (and did it again)
She ain't want to give me that pussy, so I just f*cked on her friends, yeah (I f*cked on her friend)
Designer all over my hoodie
I don't even know what's the brand, yeah (I don't even know)
Niggas asking for a handout, I look like I don't got no hands
I don't got no hands, I don't
Woah
Woah
Woah
Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Don't f*ck with the gang
Please don't f*ck with my gang
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Writer: Shane Dineen
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Performed By: RamboDaDemon
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Shane Dineen
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