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Do It Right
by Cno Dopes
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I'm a homie, I'ma set hell on fire
Ain't nobody gon' stop me
I'm a homie, I'ma set hell on fire
I'm a homie, I'ma set hell on fire
Rats, uh, uh
Runnin' out of time, so I guess I'm gon
Despite my flaws
I'm still gon' get her out of her drawers
Got up out my feelings, got in my bag
Fuck you, dog
I ain't talkin' bout art, she ain't cryin
So let me get a nigga choked
Sprintin' tails on a duckie, she was better than I thought
First time, tried to rush, rush, truck
He was faster than I thought
I been lookin' at a damn mirror
And I'm seein' a real nigga
And he didn't came here for me, and I'm cold like ice fizz
Got gold like gold member
Diamonds hittin
Chandelier
Got her dancin
Shakira
Bring it up to the motherfuckin' money
You know I ain't no motherfuckin' dummy
I remember I was trippin' on the leg of the shit
I swear I was so fuckin' clunky
Back in the days, I thought to the rats for somethin
Shit, that ain't my fuckin' money
But after that money, we turn a nigga to money
So in a way, it's still some money
I like her throat, so I give her some money
I like to fuck up and blue face hunnids
I'm attracted to bad bitches, and they attracted to that money
And fuck these niggas, I like them bitches, I like this money
I heard money make the world go around
So fuck it, let's go around
And my mama say I'm like a boxer
And a nigga like me cannot lack
I keep my park, but I move around
And my nigga know I sip that syrup
And that shit don't slow me down
I'm on these, I don't wait for my bitch
That's the only bitch that'll hold me down
Young nigga claim that y'all really fucked
But y'all have fallen down
And I ain't goin' back with a chicken shack
Put a hole in your molly now
Take your bed back to the car
And don't fuck with the Snoop Dogg style
I had to separate myself from the fake
Because they contagious wild
Got her by my flows
I'm still gon' get out of her drops
Got her by my feelings, got her my bad
Fuck you though
I ain't talkin' bout arts and crafts
When we get a nigga choked
I was tryin' to pen a tail on a doggy
She was better than I thought
First time John Rhodes was trucked
He was faster than I thought
Rats
If you gon' do it, then do it right
If you gon' do it, do it right
If you gon' do it, do it right
I'm a homie, I'ma set hell on fire
Ain't nobody gon' stop me
I'm a homie, I'ma set hell on fire
I'm a homie, I'ma set hell on fire
Rats, uh, uh
Runnin' out of time, so I guess I'm gon
Despite my flaws
I'm still gon' get her out of her drawers
Got up out my feelings, got in my bag
Fuck you, dog
I ain't talkin' bout art, she ain't cryin
So let me get a nigga choked
Sprintin' tails on a duckie, she was better than I thought
First time, tried to rush, rush, truck
He was faster than I thought
I been lookin' at a damn mirror
And I'm seein' a real nigga
And he didn't came here for me, and I'm cold like ice fizz
Got gold like gold member
Diamonds hittin
Chandelier
Got her dancin
Shakira
Bring it up to the motherfuckin' money
You know I ain't no motherfuckin' dummy
I remember I was trippin' on the leg of the shit
I swear I was so fuckin' clunky
Back in the days, I thought to the rats for somethin
Shit, that ain't my fuckin' money
But after that money, we turn a nigga to money
So in a way, it's still some money
I like her throat, so I give her some money
I like to fuck up and blue face hunnids
I'm attracted to bad bitches, and they attracted to that money
And fuck these niggas, I like them bitches, I like this money
I heard money make the world go around
So fuck it, let's go around
And my mama say I'm like a boxer
And a nigga like me cannot lack
I keep my park, but I move around
And my nigga know I sip that syrup
And that shit don't slow me down
I'm on these, I don't wait for my bitch
That's the only bitch that'll hold me down
Young nigga claim that y'all really fucked
But y'all have fallen down
And I ain't goin' back with a chicken shack
Put a hole in your molly now
Take your bed back to the car
And don't fuck with the Snoop Dogg style
I had to separate myself from the fake
Because they contagious wild
Got her by my flows
I'm still gon' get out of her drops
Got her by my feelings, got her my bad
Fuck you though
I ain't talkin' bout arts and crafts
When we get a nigga choked
I was tryin' to pen a tail on a doggy
She was better than I thought
First time John Rhodes was trucked
He was faster than I thought
Rats
If you gon' do it, then do it right
If you gon' do it, do it right
If you gon' do it, do it right