Testo Do It Right - Don Toliver

Testo della canzone Do It Right (Don Toliver), tratta dall'album group studying

Oh, oh-oh
Oh, yeah
Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
You can do it, baby, do it tonight
You can take me to your crib, you can ride it all n-
You can do it, baby, do it to (do it to)
Take me to your crib and we can party all night (take me, we can)
Let's do it, baby (let's do it)
Let's do it tonight (let's do it)
Take me to your crib and we can party all night (ake me, we can)
Let's do it, baby (let's do it)
Let's do it tonight
And I ain't know why I fuck with you
Gonna end up falling in love wit' you
It's the type of shit you expose me to
Then I pulled up side by side in my Mercedes coupe
Ain't nobody got you like I got you
We move higher and higher, you see what really matters
Ain't nobody got you like I got you
I been touchin' a bag and climbin' the ladder
Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
You can do it, baby, do it tonight
You can take me to your crib, you can ride it all (night)
You can do it, baby, do it to (do it to)
Take me to your crib and we can party all night (take me, we can)
Let's do it, baby (let's do it)
Let's do it tonight (let's do it)
Take me to your crib and we can party all night (take me, we can)
Let's do it, baby (let's do it)
Let's do it tonight (let's do it)
Shawty once sat in my lap and said, "Your heart is just to steal" (yeah)
Shawty once heard my voice and then she started catchin' feels
She wiped down the bowl to get her grip and clap her heels (yeah)
I can't see my feet, paint the room with dollar bills
So what's there to do?
I'm in a mood
Don't stop vibin', keep it cool
Made you revenue
Baby, what's the move? (What's your move?)
Don't give up on your purpose
In the strip club, but you're still workin'
Feel like you're runnin' in circles, I know what your worth is
Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
You can do it, baby, do it tonight
You can take me to your crib, you can ride it all
You can do it, baby, do it to (do it to)
And I ain't know why I fuck wit' you
Gonna end up falling in love wit' you
It's the type of shit you expose me to
Then I pulled up side by side in my Mercedes coupe (yeah, yeah)
Ain't nobody got you like I got you
We move higher and higher, you see what really matters
Ain't nobody got you like I got you
I been touchin' a bag and climbin' the ladder



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Writer(s): Matthew Samuels, Louis Bell, Harold Clayton, Sigidi Abdullah, Jahaan Sweet, Billy Walsh, Caleb Toliver, Malcolm Perry
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