Ham Bome & Jijo Prods - Do It Again (feat. Xethius, Fuss & Sneak Snuck Em') Lyrics

Hopin' it hit hard, right where it hurt
Talkin' that shit, I put your dick in the dirt
Take out my bae whenever she wanna splurge
Bro got a white bitch that know how to squirt
But that's too much pee in that water work
Let's see how you do it when you go off the perc
I can show you that I know how to surf, yeah
Hit em' whenever they lurkin
I sent em' back to the earth, bitch
I been the greatest since birth
You could tell just by the look from the grass, yeah
They just be givin' you turf
I got that good like you got it from church
Givin' her good dick, she goin' berserk
I get to the check like the first
Oh shit, the crown in my hand
Yeah, I feel like a king
Who's that rollin' my Ham (Sneak)
Yeah, we did it again, toasted
Drinkin' again, tequila tonight
But I'm mixin' with Hen
Real shit, the bitch is a ten
She comin' back through and she bringin' her friend (I did it again, I'm sorry)
My niggas violent offenders
F*ckin' judge won't let 'em of the cans (I did it again, I'm sorry)
Yeah, stay in the trenches
They can show you how a slimy it's gettin' (I did it again, I'm sorry)
Oh shit, I'm whippin' in it
I hit from the back and the front, it gon' lift
Real shit, I'm reppin' my set
I'm throwin' it up and I hope that it hit (wooo)
Pardon my smoke, he got hit hard
Rest in the dirt
Time to get slimy, who next to get hurt
Ride with the chop when I'm passin' the curve
Dumb on a stick, make your mom go to church
I'ma show you how I'm whippin' the hearse
Switchin' up lanes while I'm smokin' on purp
Bome in the back with this bitch off the splurge
Jack boy shit, take a bitch and her purse
Scammin' the plug if he up in the work
Kickin' through doors, this shit a sport
Runnin' it back all the way to the north
Runnin' it back like twelve on my ass
They been on my ass since I hopped off the porch
Trappin' with niggas that sleep on the floor
Still eatin' with killers, I don't pay the cost, shit
Whoa, bitch, you look like a man (back up)
Yeah, but I like your friends
Oh shit, the blunt in my hand
Big bank, can't fit in my pants
Draco; Glock, the pot and the pan
Get him, got him, next is your man
Oh shit, that hit was a ten
We spinnin' it back, we gon' do it again
Oh shit, the crown in my hand
Yeah, I feel like a king
Who's that rollin' my Ham (Sneak)
Yeah, we did it again, toasted
Drinkin' again, tequila tonight
But I'm mixin' with Hen
Real shit, the bitch is a ten
She comin' back through and she bringin' her friend (I did it again, I'm sorry)
My niggas violent offenders
F*ckin' judge won't let 'em of the cans (I did it again, I'm sorry)
Yeah, stay in the trenches
They can show you how a slimy it's gettin' (I did it again, I'm sorry)
Oh shit, I'm whippin' in it
I hit from the back and the front, it gon' lift
Real shit, I'm reppin' my set
I'm throwin' it up and I hope that it hit
Poke it out the window
Make em' get low like limbo
I don't give a f*ck where your kids grow
My mood up and down like a badass tempo
Yeah, all my bitches bad as f*ck (f*ck)
Make bitches wanna tummy tuck (tuck)
I make em' feel they ain't enough (nuff)
Fussy callin' all they bluffs (hahaha)
I let em' feel cute on a Tuesday
Cause when I walk in, I make their world turn dark like Wednesday
I don't give a f*ck, I don't pray on a Sunday
Nah, I bet your nigga ride for me (me)
I bet he bring the bag to me (me)
I bet he cut you off for me (me)
Cause I f*cked him properly, yeah
Still juggin', finessin', comin' through with the mask on
He in his feelings, talkin' shit he won't last long
Two twins with me, Yazzy and Jazzy
They be litty, they love to get nasty
Don't slip up and give em' your addy
We got em', you ain't gettin' past me
The 30 is on, who's actin'