Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Jay Jenkins, John David Jackson, Sharif Slater
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FabolousDo the Damn Thang Lyrics:
Look, I can see them niggas stuntin' this right now
Not now, but right now
Yea, yea, yea
Look, lo lo look
Look, lo lo look
Look, look
It's no love for the other side, fuck them tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck them bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin' it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, I pluck through it quick
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in
So if I spray Mac-10s, bet you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz
Yeah I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money
I keep it comin' with bottles of Campagne dunny
So keep it bouncin 'til you pull a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin' like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, hey
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, hey
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
My phone is tapped and so is my livin' room
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Let me show you what I stand fo
Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando
On that Remy Martin, nigga matterfact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make them lean back
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got him dodgin' bullets like he in the Matrix
Jeans strapped and ya better dip
Carvin' 15, got six clips
Pilsbury nigga, got a lot of doe
Call me Bossan George, got a lotta hoes
They place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, hey
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, hey
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
You waitin' instead of participatin' with them boys
You skatin' on them 22 datings like them boys
I'm hatin' that they communicatin' with them boys
I'm waitin' just to send them to Satan for that shit
They see a nigga stones look sick
And I gotta stack of singles in my hand thats phone booth thick
'Cuz I'm so hood rich, that I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
My style fit wit her, I tell her you don went left
Now you need to go right like a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter, when I'm in the six with her
So I'm in a mix with her, forty four six with her
And I'm higher than a motherfucker
But a nigga try then he gonna die in this motherfucker
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, hey
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, hey
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
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