I Do Songtext
von Roscoe Dash feat. K'LA
I Do Songtext
Another day in the life, uh
I have all the swag, body bag
Life′s a fuckin' party, I′m wasted, someone call a cab
Stumblin' to the car, but they keep asking for autographs
I'm going home with girls, girls, girls, yup, all of that
Tell me, is it the fame or the money?
Either way, these people love me
It must be something about me stunnin′, uh, everything
I′m juiced up, I know the truth sucks
'Cause everything I do′s just naturally too much
For y'all niggas
Oh yeah, and I′m on some overall nigga
Muhfuckin' dimes, I can′t even see you small niggas
So pardon me (Please), I don't mean to brag (I don't)
But I just spent forty-thousand yen on these jeans I have on, baby
Oh yeah, money long, baby
You should smear your makeup on the waistline of my drawers
I mean, uh, you could be the inspiration for my next song
Just muh′fuckin′ do it, me and Buns, Jimmy Johns
I'm the bomb dot com
Shout out to my mom, it′s been a long time coming
And we still going strong
We winning, can't let up
′Cause once these clowns forget us
It's gon′ take a lifetime tryna make them unforget us
So I'm gon' represent us, from startin′ to the finish
I work hard and pay off, ball like it′s the playoffs
You used to ball too, until you got laid off
Back to nine-to-fives, damn, I bet that's chaos
Life′s about lessons, sit back and watch me teach
Like a game of badminton, I'm so out of reach
I′m at the finish line, peep my winning speech
It goes, ahem, um
Fuck all y'all who said I couldn′t do it
I hope every time you club or drive, you're forced to hear my music
You're so cubic, I′m so clueless, got your girlfriend playing nudist
Um, with no script, but I don′t trip
Trust me, I give her back, we Siamese like Aristocats
No lady in the trap, but damn, we're gifted cats, we triple that
I used to have problems, until I learned to deal
I was taught to stay positive and always keep it real
And I do
I do, I do, I do, I do
Oh, oh
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do
I was taught to always keep it real when I do what I do
And I do, and I do, and I do, and I do
I was taught to always keep it real when I do what I do
And I do, and I do, and I do, and I do
I was taught to always keep it real when I do what I do
And I do, and I do, and I do, and I do do
Stumblin′ in the elevator, drifting down the hallways
Drunk texted all my numbers, don't know who the fuck is calling
Feeling extra reckless, I could probably use some counseling
It′s a party at the condo, I don't really feel like talking
Feel like killing the party in Diesel jeans and Air Jordans
And pissing off all the bitches who wish that they could afford ′em
See, um, don't brag a lot, 'cause when you have a lot
You don′t talk about it, you just laugh a lot
You just walk it out, cop it all and stalk it out
But y′all bitter bitch-ass haters don't know what I′m talking 'bout
Do you? ′Cause I do
The best I can, me and my crew the best of friends
And the niggas that ride for me will put to sleep the best of men
Stay in your place, pass that eighth and put a smile back on your face
'Cause it′s a blessing to be next to
The best dressed bitch up in this place
Did I fail to mention that, um, I do this shit?
While you other candy-coaters on that cardboard box of Boobers shit
I rap, rap, sing, and do it all on a brand new box of coolers shit
And if you ask, my haters probably tell you I'm a super bitch
Yeah, uh-huh, that's ′cause I do this shit
′Cause I do it so right
And I do it so good
And I do it just like
I said I would
Yes, I do, I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do, I do
I was taught to always keep it real when I do what I do
And I do, and I do, and I do, and I do
I was taught to always keep it real when I do what I do
And I do, and I do, and I do, and I do
I was taught to always keep it real when I do what I do
I have all the swag, body bag
Life′s a fuckin' party, I′m wasted, someone call a cab
Stumblin' to the car, but they keep asking for autographs
I'm going home with girls, girls, girls, yup, all of that
Tell me, is it the fame or the money?
Either way, these people love me
It must be something about me stunnin′, uh, everything
I′m juiced up, I know the truth sucks
'Cause everything I do′s just naturally too much
For y'all niggas
Oh yeah, and I′m on some overall nigga
Muhfuckin' dimes, I can′t even see you small niggas
So pardon me (Please), I don't mean to brag (I don't)
But I just spent forty-thousand yen on these jeans I have on, baby
Oh yeah, money long, baby
You should smear your makeup on the waistline of my drawers
I mean, uh, you could be the inspiration for my next song
Just muh′fuckin′ do it, me and Buns, Jimmy Johns
I'm the bomb dot com
Shout out to my mom, it′s been a long time coming
And we still going strong
We winning, can't let up
′Cause once these clowns forget us
It's gon′ take a lifetime tryna make them unforget us
So I'm gon' represent us, from startin′ to the finish
I work hard and pay off, ball like it′s the playoffs
You used to ball too, until you got laid off
Back to nine-to-fives, damn, I bet that's chaos
Life′s about lessons, sit back and watch me teach
Like a game of badminton, I'm so out of reach
I′m at the finish line, peep my winning speech
It goes, ahem, um
Fuck all y'all who said I couldn′t do it
I hope every time you club or drive, you're forced to hear my music
You're so cubic, I′m so clueless, got your girlfriend playing nudist
Um, with no script, but I don′t trip
Trust me, I give her back, we Siamese like Aristocats
No lady in the trap, but damn, we're gifted cats, we triple that
I used to have problems, until I learned to deal
I was taught to stay positive and always keep it real
And I do
I do, I do, I do, I do
Oh, oh
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do
I was taught to always keep it real when I do what I do
And I do, and I do, and I do, and I do
I was taught to always keep it real when I do what I do
And I do, and I do, and I do, and I do
I was taught to always keep it real when I do what I do
And I do, and I do, and I do, and I do do
Stumblin′ in the elevator, drifting down the hallways
Drunk texted all my numbers, don't know who the fuck is calling
Feeling extra reckless, I could probably use some counseling
It′s a party at the condo, I don't really feel like talking
Feel like killing the party in Diesel jeans and Air Jordans
And pissing off all the bitches who wish that they could afford ′em
See, um, don't brag a lot, 'cause when you have a lot
You don′t talk about it, you just laugh a lot
You just walk it out, cop it all and stalk it out
But y′all bitter bitch-ass haters don't know what I′m talking 'bout
Do you? ′Cause I do
The best I can, me and my crew the best of friends
And the niggas that ride for me will put to sleep the best of men
Stay in your place, pass that eighth and put a smile back on your face
'Cause it′s a blessing to be next to
The best dressed bitch up in this place
Did I fail to mention that, um, I do this shit?
While you other candy-coaters on that cardboard box of Boobers shit
I rap, rap, sing, and do it all on a brand new box of coolers shit
And if you ask, my haters probably tell you I'm a super bitch
Yeah, uh-huh, that's ′cause I do this shit
′Cause I do it so right
And I do it so good
And I do it just like
I said I would
Yes, I do, I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do, I do
I was taught to always keep it real when I do what I do
And I do, and I do, and I do, and I do
I was taught to always keep it real when I do what I do
And I do, and I do, and I do, and I do
I was taught to always keep it real when I do what I do
Writer(s): Howard Earl Bailey, Shamar D. Daugherty, Alonzo E. Jr. Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
