Luyện nghe bài hát I Do It

Thank God for the first nigga started
Thank God for the nigga started rapping
Thank God for the first girl to stripping
And have to keep it muhfucking real with 'em
I got a with these niggas
I got a problem with these
finger keep itchin'
I it, I do it

Hang up on a bitch, it crucified
Time to go to work, no and tie
Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' at the
My nigga did a and he back already
Got that sack already, man we got them racks
As far as your girl, I hit it the back already
I to get a tan, but I'm black already
Your on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three with me, me myself and I
God don't ugly, you should testify
My T-shirt come from
I make so on a verse I take a third off
Bird call, off
Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a off
ass soft, like a Nerf ball
If you don't like I'm doing, nigga, fuck y'all

God for the first nigga started trapping
Thank God for the first nigga rapping
Thank God for the first girl to stripping
And I'mma have to keep it muhfucking with 'em
I got a problem these niggas
Got some with these bitches
Trigger finger itchin'
I it, I do it

Drank in my cup, hope this shit spill
Pull up in the new
And that's word to Johnny
How I up with this shit
And all these verses I kill
I no imagination, everything I do for real
I'm camouflage down
Put your camera down
If she got an ass and the girl a fan, going down
I'mma fuck you I've been waiting a century for it
Give the pussy up and I'll you the memory for it
In the bedroom
That's her roommate will tell you
Man I just hear shit and think about what Tunechi will tell you
He call up Patricia
She 'bout to call up

Tell 'em come to the
And do 'em both, dribble
I'm than a hospital
She love the dick that I her
Hit her the front, back, side
her like cigarillos
I put the gun to the
I don't blood on my clothes
Gotta that Trukfit fresh
Shoutout to all of my

That's how my OG would sum it up
I been working all winter just to the summer up
It's me and 2 Chainz
But the chain's never tucked
If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga y'all

Thank God for the first nigga trapping
God for the first nigga started rapping
Thank God for the first girl to stripping
And I'mma have to keep it muhfucking real 'em
I got a problem with niggas
I got a problem these bitches
Trigger finger itchin'
I it, I do it

if you know like I know
That pussy pop like
And she I'm a pothead
That like a pothole
I'm colder than the nose
Man all these is my hoes
and if she fuck her once
then her hanging, dry clothes
I just a cemetery, niggas dying to get in
Niggas lying, pretend
cross that line its paper thin
High as a star, a wish
I'm a shark, I ate the
I got no heart, I hate bitch

You hate that bitch, well I hate that
Will jump a nigga like a
Do a drive by you're riding on your skateboard
They even know it
Have Drake sing a song to get her pussy wet
Then I take her to the
Man fuck bitch right on the step
Put it in and take it back out, I back out
Hair weave killer known to the fucking track out
Put me in the game coach, I'm the
Pull up, kick, throw and take the money and the
True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane and a
I am so cold I need a and a coat
Kick it at the mall, it football
If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, y'all

ready? 1, 2, 3
Right now me time
A time for myself, me time
Oh yeah, right now me time
Don't want no one now, me time
Bitch don't call my phone, don't call my phone
Said I be left alone, be left alone
Please, don't stop by my home
No, no 'cause I it's just matter of time
Till you people make me my mind
I'm 'bout to this world behind
now it's me time
You to go kick rocks now
Me