Lil Durk - WYDTM lyrics

Yeah baby what you do to me
Take a ride baby take a ride baby
Take a ride with me in my car
Don't take it wrong i'm a star
I want you baby go hard
Lets take a ride off to mars
Couple hate you baby I may
Everybody left you, I say
You backed out of a lot of relations
And we ain't got a relation baby
What you do to me, baby
What you do to me, baby
What you do to me, baby
What you do to me, baby what you do to me
What you do to me what you do to me, baby
What you do to me

Take a ride with me in my car
Don't take it wrong i'm a star
I want you baby go hard
Lets take a ride off to mars
Baby what you do to me
What you do to me, baby what you do to me
What you do to me, baby

Change your life, change your life
Type of shit that i do make you fall in love
Type of shit that i do
You got me screamin' to the top of my lungs
You make me feel like i'm on top of the world
Need a nigga like Durk, yeah
We could start a family, OTF yeah
He be off lean, still work yeah
Thats good pussy, good stroke yeah
All you bitches mad, I came through
And I lock you down, I hold you down
I got you baby, thats right
Walk, walk, real rider, cool right beside me
Yeah, thats my baby I don't
Need no other driver
Don't need cash i just buy Balnciaga's
He a savage, I love everything about him like
What you do to me, baby
What you do to me, baby
What you do to me, baby
What you do to me, baby what you do to me
What you do to me what you do to me, baby
What you do to me

Take a ride with me in my car
Don't take it wrong i'm a star
I want you baby go hard
Lets take a ride off to mars
Baby what you do to me
What you do to me, baby what you do to me
What you do to me, baby

Toss up Henny, so I can make love to you
Like, fuck up my nigga
You fuck with a savage
So ima go crazy they fuck with you
Me you, no others, cool
Dance, love, baby I want you
Truth or dare so it's true
Wanna blow that pussy like a flute
I wanna lay down on it, rapper sing on it
Put a ring on it no Beyoncé
We can be like Kim and Kanye
Except you can be my fiancé
Balenciaga's you can hide a joint
My show money you can't afford
Real shit, ain't just recording
Just made 2 hundred off touring
These bitches back on they phones
Fake girls I love the fibbers
Take hands of singles, I blow it
Man I can't wipe these hoes, and she know it
She want a relation and I'm all for it
Baby what you do to me
What you do to me, baby
What you do to me, baby
What you do to me, baby
What you do to me, baby what you do to me
What you do to me what you do to me, baby
What you do to me

Take a ride with me in my car
Don't take it wrong i'm a star
I want you baby go hard
Lets take a ride off to mars
Baby what you do to me
What you do to me, baby what you do to me
What you do to me, baby