Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Do It , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Funeral, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Money
Song language: English
I Do It |
| Phew, phew, yeah |
| If you weigh me down then I gotta remove you |
| If you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don) |
| Look, look, look, funeral |
| I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) |
| They say, «All facts,» but don’t prove shit (Huh) |
| You in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh) |
| Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh) |
| This a win-win, swear I’m so choosy |
| Money spread on me like Boosie |
| Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship |
| I don’t really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' |
| All these burners here hot, but we coolin' |
| I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I’m stupid |
| My accountant just called, said, «Shit been movin'» |
| I’m 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em |
| I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em |
| I was dead broke, sleep on the futon |
| Now I’m up, now I’m big house, few of 'em |
| Everyday I’m lit, my life like a re-run |
| If I take your shit, can’t give you no refund |
| Ten mil' for a deal I agree on |
| I put on for Atlanta like Deion |
| Chrome Heart glasses, I can’t see 'em |
| From the apartments to an arena |
| Where that lil' boy been? |
| I ain’t seen him |
| Look at God’s child drivin' the Demon |
| Fuck what you heard |
| I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) |
| They say, «All facts,» but don’t prove shit (Huh, yeah) |
| You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah) |
| Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah) |
| This a win-win, swear I’m so choosy |
| Money spread on me like Boosie |
| Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship |
| Yeah, I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit) |
| Soft top on my car like it’s Jewish (It's Jewish) |
| Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis) |
| Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt |
| Lil Tunechi, I’m in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah) |
| I’m gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah) |
| I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah) |
| Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah) |
| No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah) |
| Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah) |
| I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah) |
| Bullets go through your vest like it’s translucent |
| I smoke the best exclusive |
| I’m somewhere else secluded (Secluded) |
| Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in |
| You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it) |
| I don’t sketch, but the pistol, I drew it |
| Told myself to continue my duties |
| I got money from 2002, that I ain’t seen since 2002 |
| Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin' |
| Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it |
| Just like I play for Emilio Pucci |
| I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki |
| I need a favorite woman like The Fugees |
| It’s me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges |
| My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid |
| No fake asses truly, I’m makin' her moon me |
| Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt |
| I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it) |
| They say, «All facts,» but don’t prove shit (I knew it) |
| You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh) |
| Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah) |
| This a win-win, swear I’m so choosy (Yeah, yeah) |
| Money spread on me like Boosie |
| Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah) |
| I don’t really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin') |
| All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin') |
| I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I’m stupid |
| My accountant just called, said, «Shit been movin'» (Yeah) |
| I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it |
| My accountant just called, said, «Shit been movin'» |
| Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah) |
| Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah) |
| If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you |
| If you in my way, then I gotta go through you |
| Funeral |