Testo Do It - dutchavelli feat. Fire
Testo della canzone Do It (dutchavelli feat. Fire), tratta dall'album Dutch From The 5th
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You don't need to ask where I'm from (no)
The whole hood knows where I'm beefing
Madman pulled out a gun with no shells
Man took that from him and beat him (ayy, come here)
Talk about drills, man do it and do it and clean it (brrt)
Man run off in O with the pack, burnt his skin, told him to keep it
'Scuse me darling, your boyfriend's a creep
Let me slide 'round there like Michael and beat it
32 racks, we need 36 Z's (aha)
But my plug in the 'Dam is the cheapest (facts)
Browning with the largest back
That's nine outta ten cah her face look decent
Told her if she put me on Insta' Livе
Can't buy you Victoria's Secret
Told little bro not to bе like me
You don't know what it's like tryna feed these demons
On the opp block tryna get a man down
But I'll tell you what I did last weekend (no)
And man seen man get killed
But it's so hard to sleep when the memory's recent (facts)
I'll show you my strip (yeah)
Let's go on a drive through the East End (skrrt)
You don't need to ask where I'm from (no)
The whole hood knows where I'm beefing
Madman pulled out a gun with no shells
Man took that from him and beat him (ayy, come here)
Talk about drills, man do it and do it and clean it (brrt)
Man run off in O with the pack, burnt his skin, told him to keep it
Load this wap, let me feed my demons (load it)
West End or East End, still got it on me
I'm really in the deep end
It's on sight for my opps
Skeet, skeet, do an MJ and beat it
Wanna talk about drills? Did it, do it, gonna repeat it
Can you do like Vicky and keep this secret?
Can you hold this wap while I circle the trap?
Cah the boydem preeing (yeah)
Bet it cost to feed these demons, of course we don't
When I shoot, man hold his shots like David Seaman (skeet, skeet)
Man down, someone leaning (leaning)
Don't need to ask where I'm from (no)
The whole hood knows where I'm beefing
Madman pulled out a gun with no shells
Man took that from him and beat him (ayy, come here)
Talk about drills, man do it and do it and clean it (brrt)
Man run off in O with the pack, burnt his skin, told him to keep it
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Writer(s): Stephan Allen, Marcellus Kelly, Kenneth Foster
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