| Look, I can see them niggas stuntin to this right now, not now, but right now
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| Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
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| Look, lo-lo look
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| Look, lo-lo look
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| Look, look
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| It’s no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks
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| Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
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| Birds love how a brother ride, truckin it sick
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| I’m heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick
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| I been one of them boys since way back when
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| This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in
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| So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas lay back then
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| Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz
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| Yea I made crack grins but ain’t a damn thing funny
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| I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money
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| I keep it comin with bottles of champagne dunny
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| So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey
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| These pimps just better have a gothic for me
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| I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me
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| I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me
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| I’m rich bitch, ballin just a hobby for me
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| I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
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| So fuck what you heard we don’t love them hoes, heeyyy
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| Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
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| A nigga might grin but it ain’t still funny
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| Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy
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| Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
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| My phone is tapped and so is my livin room
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| We can’t hide the money here, we need a bigger room
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| Let me show you what I stand fo
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| Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando
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| On that Remy Martin, nigga matta fact
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| I ain’t Fat Joe but I can make em lean back
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| Save your ammo don’t waste it
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| Got him dodgin bullets like he in the matrix
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| Jeans strapped and ya better dip
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| Carvin 15, got six clips
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| Pilsbury nigga, got a lotta dough
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| Call me bossan george, got a lotta hoes
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| They place orders, so I bake cakes
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| I’m a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
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| You see the diamonds in my damn chain
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| It ain’t hard to tell, I do the damn thang
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| You waitin instead of participatin with them boys
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| You skatin on them 22 Daytons like them boys
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| I’m hatin that they communicatin with them boys
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| I’m waitin just to send them to Satan for that shit
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| They see a nigga stones look sick
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| And I gotta stack of singles in my hand that’s phone booth thick
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| 'Cause I’m so hood rich
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| That I’m no good bitch
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| And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
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| And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
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| Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don’t bitch chitter
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| My style fit wit her
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| I tell her you don went left now you need to go right like a switch hitta
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| I know them tricks bitter
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| When I’m in the six with her
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| So I’m in a mix with her
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| Forty four six with her
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| And I’m higher than a motherfucker
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| But a nigga try then he gon die in this motherfucker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do the Damn Thang , by - Fabolous. Song from the album Real Talk (123), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп