Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Do, artist - Flipp Dinero. Album song The Guala Way, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cinematic
Song language: English
I Do |
| Flipp |
| Loose |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Thatmoney wanna marry it |
| I do! |
| Hahaha |
| I do! |
| Hahaha |
| Let’s get it, yeah |
| I do, I do |
| Gettin' money since a youngin' |
| All I did was want and nigga |
| Ain’t no frontin' in this shit |
| I do, I do |
| Movin' niggas like I’m overseas |
| Movin' niggas they don’t know it stinks |
| I do, I do |
| Gettin' money since a youngin' |
| All I did was want and nigga |
| Ain’t no frontin' in this shit |
| I do, I do |
| Movin' niggas like I’m overseas |
| Movin' niggas they don’t know it stinks |
| Ride suspicious with the Glock extended |
| Hit the spot up nigga, then I gotta get it |
| Don’t look up back a option |
| Get the choppers spinnin' |
| Movin' Texas shawty, 'cause them reapers in it |
| Seat up in it, vacant, three percent it |
| I was smokin' dope just to eat the feelin' |
| But her nigga (?) just copped a whip, explicit |
| Hey 'lil mama you see me |
| Lob a hundred faces |
| I got tunnel vision like the beam on 'em |
| Blocked up for the mans, I’m finna scheme on 'em |
| Fucked some commas, commas just to bleed on 'em |
| Call me (?) with the big homies |
| I’m tryna trip a 4 clover leaf over sea |
| Move it like I’ve got a couple keys, all on me |
| But I’m stuck, and never ride with extendo |
| Skate on your block, flip a point out the window |
| My part to take in this tragedy |
| Actually niggas just came and they fuck with me |
| Bashin' me, niggas just came |
| And they family laughed at me |
| Niggas just came they ride and be active B |
| Remember them days when them hoes used to laugh at me |
| Now that I fuck 'em these niggas be mad at me |
| Bust in her mouth, feed that bitch, eat plenty |
| White on her tits, Call me Flipp or the Dennis |
| Now this gold boy stick by my decision |
| Fuck niggas different they call this the vision |
| They lose the image of keepin' the vision |
| I pray up to god, but I pour up for sinnin' |
| Fuck all this fucked shit I’m plottin' I’m winnin' |
| I’m lost in the sauce like I’m (?) |
| All of this (?) give a fuck 'bout your feelings |
| All of this trappin' I slay to the ceiling |
| Lately I’ve been a quest for myself |
| Chokin' all toxic all up in my chest |
| Demons around me they blessed when I step |
| I got kryptonite round me (?) on my chest |
| Free from the top now I’m stuck in the trenches |
| Holdin' my light til I live, just blendin' |
| Free for the drop at the top with a permit |
| Fuck all this fucked shit, this fucked shit is (?) |
| I do, I do |
| Gettin' money since a youngin' |
| And I did was want a nigga |
| Ain’t no frontin' in this shit |
| I do, I do |
| Movin' niggas like I’m overseas |
| Movin' niggas they don’t know it stinks |
| I do, I do |
| Gettin' money since a youngin' |
| And I did was want a nigga |
| Ain’t no frontin' in this shit |
| I do, I do |
| Movin' niggas like I’m overseas |
| Movin' niggas they don’t know it stinks |