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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rasheeda
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Micah Troy
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on lets do this damn thing) Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on lets do this damn thing) Do it
Do it
(Come on) Do it
(Come on) Do it
(Come on lets do this damn thing) Do it
[Verse 2]
Come on let's start this shit
Shawty let's crank this shit
A little something for them hating hoes
Who gets nothing but them knees and boes
Why you all all in my grill
Why you all can't keep it real
Always trying to plot and scheme
Wanna live this life is just a dream
Ain't no I in teams
All the real n**** know what it mean
Catch me you all just too slow
Hating hoes gotta let you all go
Don't ever try to stop my flow
Won't tell you this shit no more
The baddest boss that you ever seen
Two triple O shawty about that green
[Verse 3]
I don't think they understand
I don't think they understand
See they don't know what we saying
See they think we playing
Fake **** in my grill
Fake suckers are in my grill
See they all wanna get to it
See they all wanna do it
[Verse 4]
Do it
(Come on and) Do it
(Come on and) Do it
(Come on lets do this damn thing) Do it
Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on lets do this damn thing) Do it
[Verse 5]
You can tell a real **** from the fake fake
A trill **** that's down in the cake cake
A hot girl that's clean not stank stank
Some bad weave for somebody
So you took a little drink
So I guess it made you think that you could when you can't
With the N with the ain't
Ain't nobody got time round here to playing around
With the type of b**** that a n**** should'a let down
Coming through ain't about that shady shit
Boy I'm no more dirty than Dusty Rhodes
I drop the beat and rock the flow
Representing that Que Bo Gold
So don't you try to test us out thinking we country with no skills
'Cause I drop the bass and tame the bass
Put this fire up in your grill
[Verse 6]
Well I was born in Illinois okay ah
Raised in Atlanta GA yeah
Live in New York and LA
My **** I'm the **** no matter where I stay
'Cause uh I was cut like that, little buddy I'm stacked like that
From the front to the side to the back
Rasheeda and I'm tight like that
I ain't never been worried about another
Cutter her buddy little buddy I don't stutter
9 double lock chrome for the lame lame
Big faces in m pocket not the chump change
Ride the Benz with the wood grain grilled out with smoke frame ???
With the knock knock
.38 pop pop all you haters just stop
Or you gon' get dropped
[Verse 7]
Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on lets do this damn thing) Do it
Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on lets do this damn thing) Do it
[Verse 8]
Brr uh stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Oh f**** them **** **** **** and whoever with them
All I say is sick them
And there go my boys
DSGB Pastor damn Troy
Boy you ain't ready
Boy you don't want it
Boy we ain't ready b**** get disappointed
Shit all I know is southern blood not lower than a dime
From thirty piece to quarter we strictly on the grind
No time to spit no evidence no evidence no charge
Since they ain't got no evidence
I gave them my little boy
The scars from my hand as I crank up the speaker
Drop the bomb on you bitches Pastor and Rasheeda
[Verse 9]
B****Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on lets do this damn thing) Do it
Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on now) Do it
(Come on lets do this damn thing) Do it
[Verse 10]
Come on now
Come on y'all
Come on and do the damn thing
Come on
Come on
Written by: Micah Troy
