Lyrics Imma Do It - Fabolous, Kobe

Imma Do It - Fabolous, Kobe
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Imma Do It , by -Fabolous
Song from the album: Loso's Way
In the genre:Рэп и хип-хоп
Release date:31.12.2008
Song language:English
Record label:The Island Def Jam
Age restrictions: 18+

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Imma Do It
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how’m I supposed to cope with all this stress on me Errybody and their momma call the feds on me
I don’t knew it, I’mma do it, I’mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don’t knew it I’mma do it, I’mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I’m riding in the
drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)
Yeaah, feeling just like JFK
In the city that little fly like JFK
Sometimes La Guardia, I ain’t gonna lie to ya If looks can kill then my style might bother ya That’s why I’m with Nadia, I call my gun Nadia
When she say hi to ya, Ba-ba-bye to ya Make it sound like saudia
Arabia, maybe ya haters ya Watch what he say to her, Ya think
I can hold my head high or die or I can live and duck
My attitude is celibate, I don’t give a fuck
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how’m I supposed to cope with all this stress on me Errybody and their momma call the feds on me
I don’t knew it, I’mma do it, I’mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don’t knew it I’mma do it, I’mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I’m riding in the
drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)
Yaa
Who are you to tell me how to conduct myself
Why don’t you practice safe sex and go fuck yourself
The rumor is that I’m a hazard to a suckers health
I coulda told you that, Ya I coulda told you that
Picture me, now I’m fly, Where is them exposures at Right here, on my lap that’s where my composure’s at
I’m back like a gun cocked I’m so cool, that
If go to hell, all I’ll need is my sunblock
Nigga hold your head high and die, or live and duck
My attitude it celibate, I don’t give a fuck
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how’m I supposed to cope with all this stress on me Errybody and their momma call the feds on me
I don’t knew it, I’mma do it, I’mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don’t knew it I’mma do it, I’mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I’m riding in the
drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)
I mean lets be honest
Ya never liked a nigga
Trying to lesbian this
So I kept the strap on Clap off clap on, lights out like flights out
You could be departed
Never me who started
I Lambo gallard it I am vehically challenged
That means the car is retarded
But regardless, I’m tin man, heartless
No love hate son, looking for love get a show on VH1
Nigga hold your head high and die, or live and duck
My attitude is virgin, still don’t give a fuck
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how’m I supposed to cope with all this stress on me Errybody and their momma call the feds on me
I don’t knew it, I’mma do it, I’mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don’t knew it I’mma do it, I’mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I’m riding in the
drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

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