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BlueBucksClan- What You Doin (Official Video) Shot By @LewisYouNasty
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlueBucksClan
BlueBucksClan
Performer
DJ
DJ
Rap
Jeeezy
Jeeezy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deon Hawkins
Deon Hawkins
Composer
Jaylar Abram
Jaylar Abram
Composer
Alton Searle Hall
Alton Searle Hall
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Loyalty
Loyalty
Producer
William Binderup
William Binderup
Mixing Engineer
Jarmarion Page
Jarmarion Page
Recording Engineer
Ian Sefchick
Ian Sefchick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah
(It’s Loyalty)
What you doin'? Get dressed, finna pick you up
Where you at? Send your loc', yeah, I’m pullin' up
You can’t move, they doin' your toes and your nails at once
She don't fuck around, that pussy closed, I’m on the road for months
I get fresh, I get fly, I’m a big eagle
Smokin' gas, this shit loud, ten speakers
Big table, it’s just us, it fit ten people
V12, yeah, I drive this bitch like I’m Vin Diesel
What you on? Where you at? I’m tryna see you
Yeah, I’m pullin' up, don’t give a fuck if it’s a late night
Body snatched, ain’t no stomach like she take hikes
Givenchy shark boots, I turn into a great white
What you doin'? Get dressed, finna pick you up
Where you at? Send your loc', yeah, I’m pullin' up
You can’t move, they doin' your toes and your nails at once
She don't fuck around, that pussy closed, I’m on the road for months
He just left? Alright cool, shit, I’m on my way
Hit Jamaica, go to Bali, yeah, I’m gon' pay
Pussy good, head fire
Really made my day
She don’t wear no scarf, hair done damn near every day
Stomach flatter, ass fatter
Damn, you gainin' weight?
You my favorite bitch
When I’m with you, you take the pain away
Pullin' over, we can’t make it home
I’m tryna get a taste
Stay the fuck from 'round my bitch, these **** in the way
You at work? Time you off?
How long yo' break?
Did you eat? You want Catch? Finna bring you steak
Is you busy? FaceTime me, let me see yo' face
Boardin' flights, takin' trips, we can leave the States
Big money, bad weather, make it rain all year
We don’t fuck with lame ****, yeah, we hate y’all here
Is you home? I’m finna slide like a baseball player
Smokin' loud, splittin' woods like a chainsaw here
What you doin'? Get dressed, finna pick you up
Where you at? Send your loc', yeah I’m pullin' up
You can’t move, they doin' your toes and your nails at once
She don't fuck around, that pussy closed, I’m on the road for months
Is you stressed? You got weed? Let me roll you a blunt
What you need? You got bread? Here, take a chunk
Newest Ritz, Tom Fords, I didn’t buy you Dunks
Pussy tight, you can’t take it
You finna die or what?
Took his bitch, got him sick
You finna cry or what?
How you know everything? You got a spy or what?
Let’s go hit another Louis, this one don’t have 'em
You got one lady, you don’t let these bitches touch yo' lashes
What you doin'? Get dressed, finna pick you up
Where you at? Send your loc', yeah, I’m pullin' up
You can’t move, they doin' your toes and your nails at once
She don't fuck around, that pussy closed, I’m on the road for months
What you doin'? Get dressed, finna pick you up
Where you at? Send your loc', yeah I’m pullin' up
You can’t move, they doin' your toes and your nails at once
She don't fuck around, that pussy closed, I’m on the road for months
Written by: Alton Searle Hall, Deon Hawkins, Jaylar Abram
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