Testo Do It - Rob49
Testo della canzone Do It (Rob49), tratta dall'album Do It
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Gotta get that ghetto pussy handout (let go), I'm sayin' (yeah)
She ain't tryna fuck me, but the ho wanna fuck my mans (she did), she playin' (facts)
Why you doggin' out hos and the hos don't treat you bad? (They don't) I can (yeah)
Why little brother on the 'Gram actin' like he a G? He cat, see I'm sayin'?
Name a boss bitch, I can guarantee I done had her (see), peep this (yeah)
I'll pass the ho to my brother and let him stab her (let's go), it's lit (4)
Have my big dawg 4SKI nationwide artists (yeah), shit (shit)
So boss bitches, that be my only target, you feel me?
Yeah, I know who did it, but I ain't gon' say who did it (you ain't), I ain't (facts)
Tell 'em chill out with it before he fuck up the city, on gang (yeah)
That's your main man? Better tell him mind his bidness, okay
Huh, I'ma shoot first, I ain't 'bout to go like Biggie (I ain't), I can't (can't)
Yeah, let's go (hoo), 4
Nigga ain't talmbout nothin', I got shit put up with this money, yeah
I know they hate my guts, same niggas can't tell me how a hunnid look
Nigga, I ain't even gon' cap, every ho who claim me, I done fucked her, yeah
Big ol' 4 time, if I can't get pippin', I can't go to clubs
I'm not for these hos, if you catch me in public, I can't give 'em hugs
I'm tryna tell him the rule, he tryna catch, go catch one, bring them mask and gloves
You gon' ask the bitch why she mad right now 'cause I don't give her nothin'
First, don't play that I'm leavin', fuck dude and them, I don't pay for features, mm
Bitch, go ask, I dawg hos out, you gotta believe me, yeah
'Cause like how whenever it's smoke, it's nice to meet you, yeah
Bitch, I'm not P, I'm big ol' 4ski, front street demon
Let go (yeah), every bitch I done touched still want fuck me (yeah)
Nut in a ho, make her throw Plan B's back like a Gusher (4)
Trust me, I see who done played, if a nigga play so far, bitch, it's fuck you (yeah)
Whippin' a Maybach, this bitch here bouncin' like a bunny, huh
I can't be lackin', I'd rather get caught with this bitch on me, uh
I'm in the project when I shouldn't be there, bitch, it's fuck 'em, huh
I'm linkin' killers up with the killers, dumb and dumber, uh
Flyin' a G6, and I'm G6, bitch, I'm bustin', uh
I make 'em love me, all my new hos from 'cross the country, huh
I know they tryna count a nigga out, I feel like fuck 'em, uh
Chain arm bussin', bad ho here slutty, this shit ain't nothin', uh
I got more rich than nigga I used to look up to, uh
1942, on that Perky, bust it, get you loose, uh
I'm in the Yami right now with V off a 2, uh
Any nigga ask a brother to get it, go and do it, uh
I'm bringin' model hos to my trenches, ask my dudes, uh
I'm puttin' them model hos in rotation, bitch, it's good, uh
I ain't tryna fuck nothin' hos, we be fuckin' bitches stupid, uh
How much money it's gon' cost me to do it? I'll do it
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Writer(s): Robert Coleman Thomas, Sheldon Gadson, Nathaniel Hooker
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