Lyrics:
shinin' I'm fresh pearl bodies in a crispy tee
Love to hate me 'cause you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
Keep doin' what you doin'
It's ya time
ya'll that nigga fucked up
me and skull duggery got the little nigga somethin
I told the boy nigga be beside himself
stop playin with big ole niggas
If we ain't screwin' what the hell are we doin'
If we ain't screwin' what the hell are we doin'
If we ain't screwin' what the hell are we doin'
If
[Chorus:]
I'm doin' my thing you should be doin' you
Gettin' my change
You should be doin' you
Bitch I'm doin' me you should be doin' you
Why you
Daddy's wine
A whole lotta game
A lotta take your time
Mix it all together
That's how you get a
A little bit of spice
A lotta sunshine
Grandmama's kiss
turn me on, throw me off track
Boy you do it, do it
You do it, do it
You're doin' it well
Let me tell you how its gonna go
You and me, gonna need
ever fell so far, so fast
You can turn me on, throw me off track
Boy you do it, do it
You do it, do it
You're doin' it well
Let me tell you how
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
I have, riding on this grind
What about you fam? I don't know about that
Hop in my Cadillac, let's talk about life
Hey how ya been? I been doin' just
mix
Surrounded by investors, dope dealers, and pretty chicks
Minus the ‘R’ cuz they more petty
But porn heavy
Don’t ask how I’m built, cuz I was born
on the chin
But I'm doin' alright for the shape I'm in
The sun came up again this morning
I got a call from a long lost friend
Planned us a little road
just diffuse you
Don't wanna excuse you, I see what you doin', I see how you press, anyway
Can't get caught in the mix, end up a myth I move legit,
why I'm livin'
Ya'll mine to little to even feel what I'm spittin'
Ya'll haterz a kill to be sit where I'm sittin'
I'm just so real that's how I'm
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
A black man, that not too many understand
Hey, baby! How you doin', homie?
What's happening, baby? I wanna get with you
A black man, that not too
thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing
straight in his face
And he tried doin the race but he couldn't get away so it's blood what he taste (stop runnin nigga)
Pussy wet like a lake but today how
right now is a hustle like no other
One of grand proportions, can you dig it?
Now what we gon' do is
We gon' show all you petty hustlas out there
How
how does that make you fee?)
A little bit of hated, isolated, aggravated
Every single corner of my head is getting jaded
Self deprecated, maybe
to make these beats that bounce around ya Van
I'm just a little grain of sand under my Dog
The one who keeps me humble, keeps me up and working hard, hear
you feel on me
Pullin' on my waste, I'm feelin' energy
Gettin' kinda hard to keep ya hands off me{Yeah, right there}
So slide a little lower, put
want to really take it there
Digga and Bus you know we make the perfect pair
We keep it gully wit a little latin flare, it's unfair
Oh well, how I
his bitch, I'm in first place, sometime I feel like I deserve a trophy
I mix purple and yellow like Kobe
Pour up a 4 I'm doin it slowly
Walk in this
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