Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh - Do What You Want lyrics
[Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh - Do What You Want lyrics]
(You ain't got to buy nothin')
(It's not what I want) (Baby, it's you)
(We don't have to go nowhere) glah
Damn, Jefe (It's not what I want)
(Baby, it-it-) glah
He-he try to diss, he got put in a wood
(Dotty)
Like, bitch, I'm the face of my hood
(Like, damn)
I got my gun, niggas know that I'm good
(Like, what?)
Like she with me and she know that she safe
(Like, damn)
I told niggas to get out the way
You and yo' homie get shot in the face
If you not 41, better stay in your place
Like, call me Tay-K, I'm runnin' the race
He think he tough, I'ma make an example
(Like, what?)
Off a thirty, there's nothin' I can't do
(Can't do)
And y'all bitches is ran through
Close all ways
What the fuck gon' ran through?
My bitch a baddie, she know she a gem
(Like, damn)
Got boundaries, can't chill with a M
(Like, how?)
Click on my gun, like I click on my pen
Like, she a thot, I be makin' her cum
You cap on the net, but you know you a bum
(Damn) i'm a demon, I do it for fun, like
(Like, what?)
Said I'm makin' 'em run (Like what)
Glah, he got put in a blunt
Boy is a dummy for thinkin' he tough
And do not put me in your post
If you slime me for money, then nigga
You broke said that boy is a dummy
This bitch is a chode
(Glah, glah, glah, glah)
Bitch on my body, I know she go up (Damn)
He tried to run
Caught the shots to the throat (Like, what?)
In my DM, said she wanna fuck (Damn)
She a virgin, she givin' it up
And do not put me in your songs, bitch
He a dummy, that boy is a kid
Fiendin' for clout, he get cut like a stitch
Like, opp caught a shot to the hip
I'm with KR, we deady off Dotty
Bitch is a thot, said she all for the molly
Helen Keller, I cannot listen
Like, I be geekin', i tote on the Smith'n
I'm a demon, don't need no assistance
Call me a sergeant 'cause I'm on a mission
(Mission)
He a student, the bullets dismiss him
Feel like I'm Curry, I shoot from a distance
(Glah-glah, boom)
I might give her the D like a Piston
Damn, broke niggas all in my business
Like can't run, been blitz 'em
Beam on the gun
How the fuck could you miss 'em
And free LoCo, stuck in that cell
(Like, what?)
When I was young, I was playin' with shells
(Like, damn)
I was dumb, I got saved by the bell
(Like, what?)
I couldn't chill, I was givin' 'em hell
(Glah, glah, glah)
Damn, he tried to dip, but he fell
Bullets is scorchin', they makin' him melt
(Glah, glah, glah)
Thot on my body, I'm grabbin' that hip
Swim in that pussy, I'm feelin' like Phelps
(Glah, glah, glah)
Smokin' Dotty, it's top of the shelf
She on my body, she don't wanna share
(Like why?) she a virgin, I hit it with care
I keep a gun, so why would I fear?
Brodie a demon, he shoot, he don't care
In the party, they stop and they stare
And if he think he tough
I know brodie gon' flare
When I fight, I'm not playin' it fair
And if she keep the vibe
Then I don't wanna fuck
Like and I'm greedy I get to the what?
I know shorty a thottie the
Way that she touch
And she fiendin' to tote on my gun
It's not 'bout what you got
I know you got a lot
No matter what you do, you always get it hot
It's you, it's you
Baby, all I want is you, yeah
You ain't got to buy nothin'
(It's not what I want) (Baby, it's you)
(We don't have to go nowhere) glah
Damn, Jefe (It's not what I want)
(Baby, it-it-) glah
He-he try to diss, he got put in a wood
(Dotty)
Like, bitch, I'm the face of my hood
(Like, damn)
I got my gun, niggas know that I'm good
(Like, what?)
Like she with me and she know that she safe
(Like, damn)
I told niggas to get out the way
You and yo' homie get shot in the face
If you not 41, better stay in your place
Like, call me Tay-K, I'm runnin' the race
He think he tough, I'ma make an example
(Like, what?)
Off a thirty, there's nothin' I can't do
(Can't do)
And y'all bitches is ran through
Close all ways
What the fuck gon' ran through?
My bitch a baddie, she know she a gem
(Like, damn)
Got boundaries, can't chill with a M
(Like, how?)
Click on my gun, like I click on my pen
Like, she a thot, I be makin' her cum
You cap on the net, but you know you a bum
(Damn) i'm a demon, I do it for fun, like
(Like, what?)
Said I'm makin' 'em run (Like what)
Glah, he got put in a blunt
Boy is a dummy for thinkin' he tough
And do not put me in your post
If you slime me for money, then nigga
You broke said that boy is a dummy
This bitch is a chode
(Glah, glah, glah, glah)
Bitch on my body, I know she go up (Damn)
He tried to run
Caught the shots to the throat (Like, what?)
In my DM, said she wanna fuck (Damn)
She a virgin, she givin' it up
And do not put me in your songs, bitch
He a dummy, that boy is a kid
Fiendin' for clout, he get cut like a stitch
Like, opp caught a shot to the hip
I'm with KR, we deady off Dotty
Bitch is a thot, said she all for the molly
Helen Keller, I cannot listen
Like, I be geekin', i tote on the Smith'n
I'm a demon, don't need no assistance
Call me a sergeant 'cause I'm on a mission
(Mission)
He a student, the bullets dismiss him
Feel like I'm Curry, I shoot from a distance
(Glah-glah, boom)
I might give her the D like a Piston
Damn, broke niggas all in my business
Like can't run, been blitz 'em
Beam on the gun
How the fuck could you miss 'em
And free LoCo, stuck in that cell
(Like, what?)
When I was young, I was playin' with shells
(Like, damn)
I was dumb, I got saved by the bell
(Like, what?)
I couldn't chill, I was givin' 'em hell
(Glah, glah, glah)
Damn, he tried to dip, but he fell
Bullets is scorchin', they makin' him melt
(Glah, glah, glah)
Thot on my body, I'm grabbin' that hip
Swim in that pussy, I'm feelin' like Phelps
(Glah, glah, glah)
Smokin' Dotty, it's top of the shelf
She on my body, she don't wanna share
(Like why?) she a virgin, I hit it with care
I keep a gun, so why would I fear?
Brodie a demon, he shoot, he don't care
In the party, they stop and they stare
And if he think he tough
I know brodie gon' flare
When I fight, I'm not playin' it fair
And if she keep the vibe
Then I don't wanna fuck
Like and I'm greedy I get to the what?
I know shorty a thottie the
Way that she touch
And she fiendin' to tote on my gun
It's not 'bout what you got
I know you got a lot
No matter what you do, you always get it hot
It's you, it's you
Baby, all I want is you, yeah
You ain't got to buy nothin'