I Do Lyrics

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I fuck on ya hoe but that pussy just cool

A shout out to Zay when I hop out the coupe

And as soon as I wake I be right in the stu

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That nigga he tried me he stuck looking foo

I cook up a beat when it's nothing to do

These niggas want beef I got nothing to prove

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I'm texting yo shawty that's pool for nudes

You still in the dms like nigga get a clue

I'm treating my demons like nigga who is you

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Shawty as bad as her attitude

Like how am I gonna be mad at you

She getting her way I be mad confused

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Line it up just like a stencil

They used to look down on me when I asked for a pencil

She off the molly

The bean

No senzu

Shoutout to six for my cover that's Kyndle

Read you like a book

A nook

Or kindle

Didn't mean to be rude but I meant to offend you

Just like a show girl I really wanna binge you

Toddler boy hope you don't break when I bend you

Vintage Mc'Donalds shirt that's that Mc'drip

Don't carry no scale if you box in the whip

Beefing wit me too much dip on your chip

Talking that shit I'ma bust up your lip

My dick like a arrow I make yo bitch quiver

Fresh cut really gon think I'm that nigga

I got that Bundy pack this shit a killer

If I look through your eyes then I'm labeled a sinner

If I look through your eyes I'ma see my demise

Swatting these gnats just like some flies

No need to fall back Ima tell your ass bye

Fuck competition can't fight for what's mines

We up in the morning my dick in her spine

If I smoke in the car then its nothing to find

What they gon do

Give me a fine

If I ain't living right then Lord give me a sign

Niggas they hate for no reason

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You think that's your friend but that nigga just leaching

You talking on twitter

You hate from the bleachers

Still be that nigga that bang through your speakers

Still be that nigga you ask for a feature

You hop on my tracks but I swear I don't need you

I'm not your father lil girl I can't feed you

Let my ex tell it she'd say that I'm evil

Let my ex tell it I'm sick and devoid

A faggot

A bitch

Yeah that nigga's a whore

Won't let you in bitch I'm slamming them doors

Calling my phone I can't do it no more

My bad I had to get that off my chest

I vent to the beat

Better not see me no text

I'm doing this thing I don't live with regrets

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Thank you

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Watch how I do this

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I hop in the coupe I do what I do and I make my lil move

Uh yeah they want to pursuit

Uh yeah what they gon do