Yeah
(Cole, you stupid)
Uh
Yeah
Five bitches in the back of the Mercés, skrtt, skrtt
Some might even call it a skirt chase, my mistakes
Detrimental to the brand, I ain't trippin', nigga
I'ma hit you when I can, I can't
Obviously, I'm a boss, I'm a pimp
Every week you gon' see another freak with me
In any event, I done had plenty of spent
Many men wanna win but they never get in
I got girls that I probably won't see ever again
I got hoes and I'm still f*ckin' all of their friends
What up? I don't care, shut up
Problem with it? Step up
Y'all be playin' catch up, can't keep up
Compton, Bompton, please, turn the beat up
Buddy boy and YG, we'll f*ck the street up
'Bout to raise the fee up, I remember the re-up
Faded after the smoke out, Buddy bringin' the Locs out
Left hand full of C-notes, smokin' a roach with my right hand
I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat
Pass the remote, I'm changin' the channel
She want some more Chanel, I just cannot say, "No"
Long Beach, Compton
From Inglewood to Slauson
We get it poppin'
Every day gotta get this money
You know, ooh-woah, ooh-woah
Do thangs, yeah
Do thangs, yeah
You do
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Aw, man, we just havin' a good time up in this motherf*cker tonight, baby
Tequila shots on me, go to the bar right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Meet me at the bar, bitch, I'm a star, bitch
Weed and alcohol, bitch, I got it all, bitch
Hoppin' out the car, bitch, this ain't a Crown Vic
Lookin' like it sound, bitch, I hold it down, bitch, uh
Okay, it's time for the best flow
The cash flow, now she got me doin' the breast stroke
The back stroke, baby girl, I'm a natural for damn sure
Acrobatics all in the bed
Psychedelic colors while she givin' me head
Undercover lover, leave the pussy for dead
This ain't a knock off, baby, what's poppin' tonight?
I won't be cuttin' you off long as you rockin' the mic right
Do thangs, yeah
Do thangs, yeah
You do
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I been plottin' on you
Girl, I gots to know you
After, where you goin'?
Baby, can I roll with you?
Swimmin' pool, jacuzzi
Love the way you do me
We can make a movie
Baby say she wanna dance
BUDDY - Do Thangs Lyrics
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Yeah
(Cole, you stupid)
Uh
Yeah
Five bitches in the back of the Mercés, skrtt, skrtt
Some might even call it a skirt chase, my mistakes
Detrimental to the brand, I ain't trippin', nigga
I'ma hit you when I can, I can't
Obviously, I'm a boss, I'm a pimp
Every week you gon' see another freak with me
In any event, I done had plenty of spent
Many men wanna win but they never get in
I got girls that I probably won't see ever again
I got hoes and I'm still f*ckin' all of their friends
What up? I don't care, shut up
Problem with it? Step up
Y'all be playin' catch up, can't keep up
Compton, Bompton, please, turn the beat up
Buddy boy and YG, we'll f*ck the street up
'Bout to raise the fee up, I remember the re-up
Faded after the smoke out, Buddy bringin' the Locs out
Left hand full of C-notes, smokin' a roach with my right hand
I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat
Pass the remote, I'm changin' the channel
She want some more Chanel, I just cannot say, "No"
Long Beach, Compton
From Inglewood to Slauson
We get it poppin'
Every day gotta get this money
You know, ooh-woah, ooh-woah
Do thangs, yeah
Do thangs, yeah
You do
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Aw, man, we just havin' a good time up in this motherf*cker tonight, baby
Tequila shots on me, go to the bar right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Meet me at the bar, bitch, I'm a star, bitch
Weed and alcohol, bitch, I got it all, bitch
Hoppin' out the car, bitch, this ain't a Crown Vic
Lookin' like it sound, bitch, I hold it down, bitch, uh
Okay, it's time for the best flow
The cash flow, now she got me doin' the breast stroke
The back stroke, baby girl, I'm a natural for damn sure
Acrobatics all in the bed
Psychedelic colors while she givin' me head
Undercover lover, leave the pussy for dead
This ain't a knock off, baby, what's poppin' tonight?
I won't be cuttin' you off long as you rockin' the mic right
Do thangs, yeah
Do thangs, yeah
You do
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I been plottin' on you
Girl, I gots to know you
After, where you goin'?
Baby, can I roll with you?
Swimmin' pool, jacuzzi
Love the way you do me
We can make a movie
Baby say she wanna dance
(Cole, you stupid)
Uh
Yeah
Five bitches in the back of the Mercés, skrtt, skrtt
Some might even call it a skirt chase, my mistakes
Detrimental to the brand, I ain't trippin', nigga
I'ma hit you when I can, I can't
Obviously, I'm a boss, I'm a pimp
Every week you gon' see another freak with me
In any event, I done had plenty of spent
Many men wanna win but they never get in
I got girls that I probably won't see ever again
I got hoes and I'm still f*ckin' all of their friends
What up? I don't care, shut up
Problem with it? Step up
Y'all be playin' catch up, can't keep up
Compton, Bompton, please, turn the beat up
Buddy boy and YG, we'll f*ck the street up
'Bout to raise the fee up, I remember the re-up
Faded after the smoke out, Buddy bringin' the Locs out
Left hand full of C-notes, smokin' a roach with my right hand
I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat
Pass the remote, I'm changin' the channel
She want some more Chanel, I just cannot say, "No"
Long Beach, Compton
From Inglewood to Slauson
We get it poppin'
Every day gotta get this money
You know, ooh-woah, ooh-woah
Do thangs, yeah
Do thangs, yeah
You do
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Aw, man, we just havin' a good time up in this motherf*cker tonight, baby
Tequila shots on me, go to the bar right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Meet me at the bar, bitch, I'm a star, bitch
Weed and alcohol, bitch, I got it all, bitch
Hoppin' out the car, bitch, this ain't a Crown Vic
Lookin' like it sound, bitch, I hold it down, bitch, uh
Okay, it's time for the best flow
The cash flow, now she got me doin' the breast stroke
The back stroke, baby girl, I'm a natural for damn sure
Acrobatics all in the bed
Psychedelic colors while she givin' me head
Undercover lover, leave the pussy for dead
This ain't a knock off, baby, what's poppin' tonight?
I won't be cuttin' you off long as you rockin' the mic right
Do thangs, yeah
Do thangs, yeah
You do
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I been plottin' on you
Girl, I gots to know you
After, where you goin'?
Baby, can I roll with you?
Swimmin' pool, jacuzzi
Love the way you do me
We can make a movie
Baby say she wanna dance
Writer: Simmie Sims
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group