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did it again - fuktokyo! كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: f_ktokyo!]
yeah, i’m gonna drop my tape lil’ b_tch, i did it again
she said she wanna go to paris, but i can’t let her in
i don’t even condone the drac, but i got a lil’ f.n
she wanna ride my face, but i told this b_tch i’m too locked in
ok i pop a lil’ perc then i get on that jet ’cause i still can’t land
yo ex n_gga, can’t do nothin’ by himself, he still gotta call his mans
i told her b_tch, go back with her ex
i don’t give a f_ck, i’ma f_ck on her friends
lil’ n_gga keep diamonds on his left ear, i’m not even from here
trx i f_cked it up, knowin’ this my best year
shot him once and the blood he coughed it up
that ems ain’t no help, that ems ain’t no help
that ems ain’t no help

[chorus: f_ktokyo!]
yuh, yuh, sippin’ on good tec, that sh_t gon’ f_ck up my kidney
bad lil’ b_tch let me play with the box, she let me play with the kitty
i let the lil’ hoe hold my .5, ’cause the drill here get real iffy
bantino wanna go ahead and f_ck with the opps, i told a lil’ n_gga don’t hit me

[verse 2: f_ktokyo!]
n_ggas, they get off my d_ck
i’m finna link with the b_tch, don’t hit
n_gga be takin’ his turn when they steal my swag
n_gga, tag you it
p_ssy n_ggas tell, no a difference
i eat the box like the b_tch in the kitchen
you never had no fire, stop b_tchin’
you never had no fire, stop b_tchin’
swerve in that coupe, can’t stop me
yeah, i came up on my own, ain’t have no n_ggas sign me
be for real, little b_tch, that p_ssy wack, i f_ck on siamese
we done k!lled his brother right on that street
he’s talking about “why me”
he on instagram, no hobbies
[beat switch]

[verse 3: ilyrag]
i’ve been on some sh_t that i can’t understand
white hoes geeked up off them white and them f_cking xans
summer sixteen ballout, b_tch, h_had it, get them f_ckin’ bands
too high, i can’t land, 4_5 f.ns in my hands, yeah
we spinnin’ your block, we spinnin’ your block, we spinnin’ again, yeah
the people keep bittin’ the swag, but i cannot follow the trends now
only f_ck with the baddest b_tch, told a lil’ hoe bring a friend, yeah
the hoe wanna swallow my kids, so i’m finna nut on her chest, yuh
and the lil’ ho keep tryna f_ck, but i had to get my bread up
but the boy keep talking on me, so he get filled with lead, yuh
in the trap house servin’ them fiends, still had to get that cheddar
why the lil’ ho all on me, shawty done got me fed up

[chorus: ilyrag]
balenci boots when i step in, b_tch, you know i rock out
yeah, had to go on and pop out
rick owens shades, so we throwin’ them chops out
yeah, hadda’ bring that mop out
shawty so bad, had to tell her to drop down
extended the mag, had to go bring the glock out
.40 gon’ take off his motherf_ckin’ top now

[verse 4: f_ktokyo!]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
oh yeah, b_tch, i’m kicking sh_t
balenciaga on my b_tch
i’ma type to flip yo’ sh_t
f_ck around, tell a opp n_gga hit that sh_t
n_ggas know ion make no diss
but she going around talm’ ’bout she suck my d_ck
tell them i’m spinning again
good things always, let’s come to an end, yuh
in the trap tryna flip that benz
free demon up out that pin, yuh
[bridge / hook: f_ktokyo!]
where you drop, we landing tilted
where you drop, we landing tilted
ion care, b_tch, f_ck your feelings
talk on me, lil’ b_tch, we k!lling
he got coke, i know he’s dealing
calling my plug, ask can he reel in

[outro: f_ktokyo!]
ion even give no f_ck
b_tch, you ass, yeah yeah, you suck
deal with the b_tch, you never f_cked
ice touchdown, b_tch, check my wrist
tell by cuts, n_ggas talk about slits
k3 be talking, that n_gga a b_tch
ride round’ town, n_gga look for assist
dribble that hoe, then i made an assist
you f_cking on hoes, i done had that b_tch
nut on her titties, she done ate my kids

- did it again

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