Two-9

Two-9 - Did It lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Man banded just to get my bended popping

Got my diamonds jumping like they hoping catching

I’m on strip I’m in it for a lot of dropper

I’ve been doing this shit for a lot of drama

My whole cool reload like a

Keep the page like a bended lama

And I’m probably fucking on your daughter mama

Blonded louder than a fucking concert

I mean yeyo honor, yeyo honor

I will never ever tell nobody

Heavenly wish that I run on the labby

Stag a Bugatti, might told me he got me

Excuse me from got me_____(?)

Het money like it excuse me like hell no

Sold sick brick and set it like a ______(?)

Know I’m always with the shit side, hit down

Tell ‘em get with no nigga, did it success so I did with niggas

Y’all still nigga diamond get with that damn nigga

I just make a hundred down and show to nigga

Probably so with you but I am on nigga

I never go while this a broke nigga

Fuck a TV I show niggas

(Hook)

Did it, did it, did it,

I do it, I did it

Can’t say I didn’t

I did it, I said I did it

Don’t say I didn’t it

I do it, I did it

Can’t say I didn’t

I did it, I said I did it

I do it, I did it

Can’t say I didn’t

I did it, I said I did it

(Verse 2)

Came in just to get my partners poppin'

Back then I was broke but now I'm gwopin'

She ain't want me back when I was on the bottom

Now I'm up at the top and she won't stop toppin'

Stay on yo level, can't sit at the top

Say some bread with the cream, that's my only topping

Ask for Sossa(?!), he boss, we gon' get it poppin'

Pocket rockin', ain't no Tamagotchi

My shirt and my jacket by Takahashi

Denim my whip, neva tell nobody

That's undercover kicks from London

Prolly in the money corner, I just stack a tommy

Ain't excusin' from cocky to cock-ass to cribble

With yo girl it's date night, light late night with Leno

Sold six bricks, three Gucci in this bitch

Slo-moein' with the shit, sick the sea side they know

I ain't gotta tell 'em cuz they know, boy

I ain't neva claim to be no dope boy

I just hit the yay and cut the dope, boy

Say you gettin' money, you a no, Freud

Five years later, what the fuck you got to show fo' it?

Hit a deal with ivene and my own tour

I ain't gotta tell 'em cuz they know, boy

I ain't gotta tell 'em cuz they know

(Hook)

Thanks to andreea for correcting these lyrics

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