Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Imma Do Me (feat. Alley Boy, Fat Trel) , by - Master P. Release date: 19.09.2013
Song language: English
Imma Do Me (feat. Alley Boy, Fat Trel) |
| Yeah, this is my life, |
| I’m a do me, this is my life. |
| Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro’s. |
| I’m on the road fly a couple year |
| Since the money to the fuckin pimp, |
| Yeah this is my life, I’m a do me this is my life. |
| Uh, I do this for my niggas, sell the fucking blunt, |
| Take it to the chances, running from the cops, |
| Zip I had a wet nigga to our own bar, |
| Ask of tone and get it done, it’s a cold world. |
| But nigga, I ain’t fucking Jacob, |
| Keep yur mouth, close no snitch that’s street cold, |
| My little niggas out ahead of y’all, |
| Pockets hella fat, motherfucker, call me Santa Claus. |
| I’m from the South, call me swap nigga |
| Nigga you ain’t round here, then you might get part nigga. |
| Rooth down of the motherfucking hide the mollie, |
| Have a nigga sweat like in gip, fucking guacamoli. |
| Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro’s |
| I’m on the road fly a couple year |
| Since the money to the fuckin pimp. |
| Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro’s |
| I’m on the road fly a couple year |
| Since the money to the fuckin pimp. |
| Yeah I like to buy cars, yeah I like fuck rough, |
| Yeah I like to take a half of brick wippin summer song. |
| Yeah I like to heat lief, even though a nigga reach, |
| I think of a master plan, see my hitter in that pitch. |
| Why you’re riding motorbikes, we’ve been fucking freaks and dice, |
| Every paid it through no one, here one wanna blew up all the night. |
| Don’t say that’s my family, I rap it to the death of me, |
| Then we lick with master piece, to mill the Jone the family, |
| I do the LA in the 6−4 my clothes in the pistol, |
| Bitch I got a collar-coe, we keep it there where we go, |
| Money to my dogs in the benz, straight to Januar, |
| Tell em daddy make when he get home, get some conversate. |
| Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro’s |
| I’m on the road fly a couple year |
| Since the money to the fuckin pimp. |
| Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro’s |
| I’m on the road fly a couple year |
| Since the money to the fuckin pimp. |
| Hey, purpose sprite, ice like a Sean bright, |
| West coast, growing dope like a fought light |
| Bad bitch make em laugh bust a hard rife, |
| Make her call another bitch, make her ball bike, |
| Damn right so much white, had to take her flight, |
| Right wrist so much ice, I’m falls bike, |
| Talk light, walk slow, how what you know? |
| She gonna suck em, she gonna fuck em, let my bro go. |
| Take it slow, fuck her twice, take her oh, |
| Talking slow, you know 'cause you’re too slow, |
| It’s high cold, fuck her bitch fuck her wife |
| It’s forever with my niggas and that’s for life. |
| Life, wife |
| Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro’s |
| I’m on the road fly a couple year |
| Since the money to the fuckin pimp. |
| Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro’s |
| I’m on the road fly a couple year |
| Since the money to the fuckin pimp. |