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how you did it - pg ra lyrics

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[intro]
oh lord, jetson made another one

[chorus: pg ra]
pop a lot of sh*t, i’m f*ckin’ bad b*tches
i’m doin’ buku numbers so i’m gettin’ buku digits
they think they showin’ love but i know they ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ me
i got it out the mud that’s why i feel like, f*ck a n*gga
oh, now they on my d*ck, “ey, pg how you did it?”
i’m doin’ buku numbers so i’m gettin’ buku digits
they think they showin’ love but i know they ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ me
i got it out the mud that’s why i feel like, f*ck a n*gga

[verse 1: pg ra]
i done f*cked around and came up, now they on my d*ck
i just had to change my lane, i switched my status, went legit
quit that cappin’, that ain’t it, i’m out in bali wit’ your b*tch
she bad as f*ck but i ain’t hit it, i just let her eat the d*ck
she keep the nut, don’t do no spittin’
and she know i’m lovin’ it, ain’t wanna f*ck, my brother hit
and please don’t touch me when you finish
i got racks all in these skinnies
thought my dank was stank at bennies
i can’t save it, b*tch, i’m spendin’
i catch flights, i don’t catch feelings
paper comin’, i need plenty
had ’em racks stacked to the ceiling
she got a fat cat, let me feel it
i’m like a h*llcat, you a hemi
drivin’ fast, ’bout to crash, while i’m cruisin’ doin’ the dash
woah, don’t move, i’m on yo’ ass, so if i do, you better not lack

[chorus: pg ra]
pop a lot of sh*t, i’m f*ckin’ bad b*tches
i’m doin’ buku numbers so i’m gettin’ buku digits
they think they showin’ love but i know they ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ me
i got it out the mud that’s why i feel like, f*ck a n*gga
oh, now they on my d*ck, “ey, pg how you did it?”
i’m doin’ buku numbers so i’m gettin’ buku digits
they think they showin’ love but i know they ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ me
i got it out the mud that’s why i feel like, f*ck a n*gga

[verse 2: jackboy]
feel like f*ck you, n*gga
i can’t trust you, n*gga
used to bust for n*gga
now don’t even say what’s up to n*gga
jackboy, how he did it
i did it wit’ a glizzy
swear to god, i was terrorizin’ inner city
swear to god, my new glock came with some titties
big extended clip, ooh, yeah, jimmy
this a robbery, ooh, yeah, b*tch gimme
can’t give the streets a break, my whole set busy

[chorus: pg ra]
pop a lot of sh*t, i’m f*ckin’ bad b*tches
i’m doin’ buku numbers so i’m gettin’ buku digits
they think they showin’ love but i know they ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ me
i got it out the mud that’s why i feel like, f*ck a n*gga
oh, now they on my d*ck, “ey, pg how you did it?”
i’m doin’ buku numbers so i’m gettin’ buku digits
they think they showin’ love but i know they ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ me
i got it out the mud that’s why i feel like, f*ck a n*gga

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