Why You Do That Songtext
von Max B
Why You Do That Songtext
Uh, listen up (all that sexy)
Sexy shit that these ladies back
Hey, baby, this is for you, baby
She said
"Why you do that?"
I said, "I′m sorry, baby" (I'm in love)
That was Biggaveli not Charley, baby
Why you do that?
She said, "Don′t call me baby
Don't categorize me with all your ladies"
Why you do that?
I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen
Why you do that?
V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening
Why you do that?
Doin′ 95 in the Benz, see the feds on my ass
Light the blunt, hit the music, then I step on the gas
Now I′m speeding in the lane as if I had a quota
Got my bitch, she shotgun with pizza and a cola
She don't panic at all, my baby play it cool
It don′t matter police and all, she spraying the tool
It was just like yesterday when I gave her the penis
She stroked my ego when she called me a musical genius
Whatchu give me credit for? Baby, I ain't shit
270 for a pound, baby, that ain′t piff
Biggaveli the type of nigga to skeet off the tool
Raid the cabinets and the fridge and eat up all the food
But the dick, I lay it heavy, something like a Chevy
Wit' a V10 engine sitting on 20-inch pirellis
Baby girl was ready, in her eyes, I was the shit
′Til she busted me wit' another bitch
And she said
"Why you do that?"
I said, "I'm sorry, baby" (I′m in love)
That was Biggaveli not Charley, baby
Why you do that?
She said, "Don′t call me baby
Don't categorize me with all your ladies"
Why you do that?
I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn′t listen
Why you do that?
V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening
Why you do that?
Got the game in the loop, keep the thang in the boot
Got the virus to cook a pot of cocaine in the coupe
I make it rain on ya stoop, 40s, 20s and dimes
They used to be Mason Betha now all the honeys is mine
We get money in the grind, we did it easy, no frontin'
And did it in a way when niggas couldn′t see me coming
Better duck when niggas is gunnin', of course y′all sure to rat
I don't know what they told you, Boss Don do it big
Capo up in the club, he poppin' them kleikas
See him live up wit′ a bottle, he on top of the speakers
Me, I′m in the cut wit' a skeezer, on my Biggavel shit
Wife beater and a du-ey, slightly on my jail shit
And I don′t worry, these hoes and bitches they love us
Every other city we go over, these bitches they wanna fuck us
They fuck us and they trust you, have them head over heels
'Til you leave them in pain, she said, "You don′t know how it feels"
Why you do that?
I said, "I'm sorry, baby" (I′m in love)
That was Biggaveli not Charley, baby
Why you do that?
She said, "Don't call me baby
Don't categorize me with all your ladies"
Why you do that?
I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn′t listen
Why you do that?
V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening
Why you do that?
Now these labels they want me, they say I got what it take
Said I should be in the stu′, instead of popping the eight
Nigga, my topic is the cake, jewelry, bitches, and cars
Doin' it big wit′ all my niggas popping cris' in the bars
I fuck wit′ the stars, you can catch me out in Cali
Lookin' for Caucasian bitches wit′ titties and a fatty
Now I'm in the back of the Caddy, staring through my rearview
Windows is getting foggy, I hope I got a clear view
Bitch nigga, I dare you to shorten my cheese
Only money, music and family important to me
Baby, you talking to me? "How you doin', Maxy"
Had me in the club blowin′ my′ stacks, she said
Why you do that?
I said, "I'm sorry, baby" (I′m in love)
That was Biggaveli not Charley, baby
Why you do that?
She said, "Don't call me baby
Don′t categorize me with all your ladies"
Why you do that?
I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen
Why you do that?
V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening
Why you do that? (Yeah)
Yeah, it′s your boy, man
Boss Don back with another classic for the ladies
I see you, Bossman
What's going on, bae?
Was gonna have you hoes off, off lean
They gon' be like, "I′on even like rap, but
But I fuck with that nigga right there
That′s that grown and gorgeous shit for the summer
For the winter, forth quarter, whatever, out
Buh game shit
Sexy shit that these ladies back
Hey, baby, this is for you, baby
She said
"Why you do that?"
I said, "I′m sorry, baby" (I'm in love)
That was Biggaveli not Charley, baby
Why you do that?
She said, "Don′t call me baby
Don't categorize me with all your ladies"
Why you do that?
I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen
Why you do that?
V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening
Why you do that?
Doin′ 95 in the Benz, see the feds on my ass
Light the blunt, hit the music, then I step on the gas
Now I′m speeding in the lane as if I had a quota
Got my bitch, she shotgun with pizza and a cola
She don't panic at all, my baby play it cool
It don′t matter police and all, she spraying the tool
It was just like yesterday when I gave her the penis
She stroked my ego when she called me a musical genius
Whatchu give me credit for? Baby, I ain't shit
270 for a pound, baby, that ain′t piff
Biggaveli the type of nigga to skeet off the tool
Raid the cabinets and the fridge and eat up all the food
But the dick, I lay it heavy, something like a Chevy
Wit' a V10 engine sitting on 20-inch pirellis
Baby girl was ready, in her eyes, I was the shit
′Til she busted me wit' another bitch
And she said
"Why you do that?"
I said, "I'm sorry, baby" (I′m in love)
That was Biggaveli not Charley, baby
Why you do that?
She said, "Don′t call me baby
Don't categorize me with all your ladies"
Why you do that?
I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn′t listen
Why you do that?
V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening
Why you do that?
Got the game in the loop, keep the thang in the boot
Got the virus to cook a pot of cocaine in the coupe
I make it rain on ya stoop, 40s, 20s and dimes
They used to be Mason Betha now all the honeys is mine
We get money in the grind, we did it easy, no frontin'
And did it in a way when niggas couldn′t see me coming
Better duck when niggas is gunnin', of course y′all sure to rat
I don't know what they told you, Boss Don do it big
Capo up in the club, he poppin' them kleikas
See him live up wit′ a bottle, he on top of the speakers
Me, I′m in the cut wit' a skeezer, on my Biggavel shit
Wife beater and a du-ey, slightly on my jail shit
And I don′t worry, these hoes and bitches they love us
Every other city we go over, these bitches they wanna fuck us
They fuck us and they trust you, have them head over heels
'Til you leave them in pain, she said, "You don′t know how it feels"
Why you do that?
I said, "I'm sorry, baby" (I′m in love)
That was Biggaveli not Charley, baby
Why you do that?
She said, "Don't call me baby
Don't categorize me with all your ladies"
Why you do that?
I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn′t listen
Why you do that?
V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening
Why you do that?
Now these labels they want me, they say I got what it take
Said I should be in the stu′, instead of popping the eight
Nigga, my topic is the cake, jewelry, bitches, and cars
Doin' it big wit′ all my niggas popping cris' in the bars
I fuck wit′ the stars, you can catch me out in Cali
Lookin' for Caucasian bitches wit′ titties and a fatty
Now I'm in the back of the Caddy, staring through my rearview
Windows is getting foggy, I hope I got a clear view
Bitch nigga, I dare you to shorten my cheese
Only money, music and family important to me
Baby, you talking to me? "How you doin', Maxy"
Had me in the club blowin′ my′ stacks, she said
Why you do that?
I said, "I'm sorry, baby" (I′m in love)
That was Biggaveli not Charley, baby
Why you do that?
She said, "Don't call me baby
Don′t categorize me with all your ladies"
Why you do that?
I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen
Why you do that?
V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening
Why you do that? (Yeah)
Yeah, it′s your boy, man
Boss Don back with another classic for the ladies
I see you, Bossman
What's going on, bae?
Was gonna have you hoes off, off lean
They gon' be like, "I′on even like rap, but
But I fuck with that nigga right there
That′s that grown and gorgeous shit for the summer
For the winter, forth quarter, whatever, out
Buh game shit
Writer(s): Charly Wingate, Michael W Dewar, Michael D Hepburn, Collin Anthony Dewar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
