Lyrics:
securin' me
I told Big Sean that I don't really need security, but that's my nigga
But ain't nan nigga put fear in me
I sincerely wrote a note but they
hood, hood signs (throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows)
[DJ Paul]
It's the return of the gangsta - like my niggas OutKast
Smokin' on the dank-a - shut ya
the other night
Yeah
Yeah
Do it all by myself
Do it all by myself
Do it all by myself
Yeah
Every time I tell my self enough
You would think myself would
Bangladesh
Pop a snapple, I (?) lay on my chest
All I had to do was get it there, she doin the rest
Take a L to the head, then we listen to flex
Yes, the black
think Smack was bein’ catty
(caddy) when he handed me the Driver
Let’s do it the fair way (fairway)
My town is fuckin’ broke
Cousin’s face was saggin’
overseas
My nigga Snoop from the Pound
Put me in the game
With a sweet chocolate brown
Ass beating by the Pound
To the sound of my ride
Gotti opened up
The Black Panthers, and the Young Lords
And this is my particular
Comment about that conspiracy
"Comment #1":
The time is in the street you know
Us living
my way
I do what makes me happy
Do you have a problem with that
Don't judge me if I'm happiest by all myself
You fill the world with lies; alternative
on the shell(Gang)
The thangs that I did I didn't have to do it
I see why my uncle Kept callin me stupid (Rich Sh*t)
But I feel inlove wit the thangs I was doing
head chant my name
Tell me I can do this thang
Tell me I can do this thang
Tell me I can do this
Just a younglin' hoping I can find the perfect recipe
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
of see opposite
Mention her name and my heart gone stop beating
I smoke and relieve, but my vision ain't focused
Tread on me deep, but I let it go by
of like it
And if only God would give me a call
I’m sure that we could work things out
She just sends Her secretary
And I hope you do not take offense Paul
to find common ground
Or make a thought that is sound
That is correct, and Senator Paul, you do not know what you are talking about
Watch me burn in
the blue skies fly away
I love sucking toes
Jake Paul is my tag team partner
Oh, watch out from the ring, ima step in
I'm going to knock him out
Watch me do
that would make the White House jealous
Well I do get a little much over-impressed
'Til I think of Peter and Paul and the apostles
I don't stack
gonna do a sure thang
We gonna run up on your friends
We gonna pull up on you nikkas like (Woahw!)
With my thugs, put you in the trunk
Do it with no guns,
stretchin and yawnin as the sun rise
Poorin out liquor fo all my soldiers that died
In these ghetto days, bussin bottles and shoot the bi***es
Its them
riding 'round with an AK
You bang online I'm in the streets it ain't the same thang
They shot my homie and my niggas slid the same day
Lately I been losing
what the hunger do?
People quick to judge, don't know what we going through.
Now I pick the road, do you see where we going to?
Yo what's up my friend,
the next nigga
To step get deleted by death undefeated
Ain't no thang to put that body to rest
Chest filled with smoke yokin' niggas up
By
that thang on my hip
like Mike Will, I got the bumperrrr and thaaaa grilll.
Im from the dirty dirty south, i nevaaaaa stress
can't you tell by
habbit
My other nigga drinkin' lean 'n' got a pot belly
Now we ain't finna play no games, not at all, period
They hit ya ass long range like Paul Pierce
though
I said mama imma do this
And we finna eat yeah
Yeah I got this on my own
I did it by myself
I was running through the city
With a shower cap
Yeah I
Discuss these do my thang by sean paul Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In