"I Do"
[Chorus]
I'm doin' me
And you should do you
Why you worried 'bout me
You need to worry 'bout you
I'm-I'm doin' me
And you should do you
Why you worried 'bout me
You need to worry 'bout you
Yeah boy I do
And you should do you
Yeah boy I do
And you should do you
Yeah-yeah boy I do
And you should do you
Why-you-why-you worried 'bout me
You need to worry 'bout you
Yeah boy I do
[Verse 1]
Act-act-act-act a damn fool
Ball and I talk shit on every cut I do
(Yeah boy I do)
Dr-dress like it's my duty
The stitchin' in the pants
Match the brown in my Gucci
(Ya-ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)
Blow-blow-blow one before court
Then pull up on your block in the new four door Porsche
(Yeah-yeah boy I do)
Talk-talk business on my cellular
Smoke a lot of weed
And make money on the regular
(Yeah boy I do)
Be-be-be-be about mine
Take my cars to the club in a single file line
(Yeah boy I do)
Windy City campaign
Fuck the orange juice
I mix the 'Tron with the champagne
(Ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)
A hundred thousand for the watch
A hundred thousand for the car
A couple thousand for the Glocks
(Yeah boy I do)
Get-get nice I do
See the way the outfit match up with ice I do
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
St-st-stay fuckin' with the crooks
Peel the backwood
And mix the sour diesel with the kush
(Yeah boy I do)
Smoke-smoke out my perimeter
This Benz is so-so sick
That they gonna have to take my temperature
(Ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)
Stay flooded like a star
Make the color of the diamonds
Match the color of the car
(Yeah-yeah boy I do)
Play-play a G-shock
If I'm in the club
I got on the AP watch
(Yeah boy I do)
Stay-stay sippin' on the Goose
Then throw twenties
At the thickest one in here that's gettin' loose
(Yeah boy I do)
The da-the damn thing soon
As I get up in the motherfuckin' champagne room
(Ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)
Range Rover white body
White 24 Vellano's
While you sittin' on Asanti
(Yeah boy I do)
The tr-truck candy blue
Suede interior
Killin' 'em with the strut I do cuz
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
No-nothin' less than stackin' dollars
And I stay lookin' fresh
In nothin' less than Parish and Prada
(Yeah boy I do)
I'm only fuckin' with ya boss
I ain't gotta break it down
I just get it all off
(Ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)
Ma-ma-move-move with alarm
I'm not a shark in the water
I'm a school of piranha
(Yeah boy I do)
In the Maybach on my iPad
Shut the curtain on the ha
******Usman ahmed owner of this blog created this post with his knowledge.All content provided on this blog is not copied from any other blog and site and is for informational purposes only and The owner of this blog makes no representations as to the accuracy or completeness of any information on this site or found by following any link on this site.The owner will not be liable for any errors or omissions in this information nor for the availability of this information. The owner will not be liable for any losses, injuries, or damages from the display or use of this information.
I'm doin' me
And you should do you
Why you worried 'bout me
You need to worry 'bout you
I'm-I'm doin' me
And you should do you
Why you worried 'bout me
You need to worry 'bout you
Yeah boy I do
And you should do you
Yeah boy I do
And you should do you
Yeah-yeah boy I do
And you should do you
Why-you-why-you worried 'bout me
You need to worry 'bout you
Yeah boy I do
[Verse 1]
Act-act-act-act a damn fool
Ball and I talk shit on every cut I do
(Yeah boy I do)
Dr-dress like it's my duty
The stitchin' in the pants
Match the brown in my Gucci
(Ya-ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)
Blow-blow-blow one before court
Then pull up on your block in the new four door Porsche
(Yeah-yeah boy I do)
Talk-talk business on my cellular
Smoke a lot of weed
And make money on the regular
(Yeah boy I do)
Be-be-be-be about mine
Take my cars to the club in a single file line
(Yeah boy I do)
Windy City campaign
Fuck the orange juice
I mix the 'Tron with the champagne
(Ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)
A hundred thousand for the watch
A hundred thousand for the car
A couple thousand for the Glocks
(Yeah boy I do)
Get-get nice I do
See the way the outfit match up with ice I do
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
St-st-stay fuckin' with the crooks
Peel the backwood
And mix the sour diesel with the kush
(Yeah boy I do)
Smoke-smoke out my perimeter
This Benz is so-so sick
That they gonna have to take my temperature
(Ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)
Stay flooded like a star
Make the color of the diamonds
Match the color of the car
(Yeah-yeah boy I do)
Play-play a G-shock
If I'm in the club
I got on the AP watch
(Yeah boy I do)
Stay-stay sippin' on the Goose
Then throw twenties
At the thickest one in here that's gettin' loose
(Yeah boy I do)
The da-the damn thing soon
As I get up in the motherfuckin' champagne room
(Ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)
Range Rover white body
White 24 Vellano's
While you sittin' on Asanti
(Yeah boy I do)
The tr-truck candy blue
Suede interior
Killin' 'em with the strut I do cuz
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
No-nothin' less than stackin' dollars
And I stay lookin' fresh
In nothin' less than Parish and Prada
(Yeah boy I do)
I'm only fuckin' with ya boss
I ain't gotta break it down
I just get it all off
(Ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)
Ma-ma-move-move with alarm
I'm not a shark in the water
I'm a school of piranha
(Yeah boy I do)
In the Maybach on my iPad
Shut the curtain on the ha
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