Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do Ya Thang, artist - PRhyme. Date of issue: 15.03.2018
Song language: English
Do Ya Thang |
| Nothin' says friend more than starvin' with your neighbor |
| Nothin' says family like arguin' and make up |
| Nothin' says wake up like that cold air through that plastic on your window in |
| November |
| That breeze gave me chills like my introspective pen does |
| No intellect formed against us you’ll prosper, noodles mixed with ketchup |
| Stale pasta, I tossed it in the garbage in the can that’s outside don’t you |
| tell poppa |
| Precious or fresh dressing got me stealing out the register for booster sales |
| If they don’t pass me in school then the institution fails |
| If you hoopin' good you cool, but I represent the tales |
| So motherfuck your trust double-dutch Hula-hoop betrayals |
| Then' the time we got the message well before our food |
| Putting jelly on a sandwich from a delly cart lose |
| In the alley cops finna' search and we gettin' chased too there |
| We was not in the winner’s circle we just played too square |
| I done got brain from spain spoke-eine and mane |
| And all I’m trying to do is bang cocaine Loraine |
| I applied my brand new mantra when I found the art |
| Tell my consciousness buy a new watch for my counterparts |
| We make paper, you party we play Vegas |
| Nothing besides reign surrounded me when we make wagers |
| I’m fucking the girl of my dreams and we their favourite |
| That BMWi green like DeRay Davis |
| I be giving orders out to niggas' mommas like their grandpa |
| Trappin' is for rappers I be grinding like the dance hall |
| I don’t know astrology I just know I’m a Cancer male |
| Eatin' south of France, he who doubts the man can’t prevail |
| Back when Guru used to manifest the rhyme |
| I was known for nothin' less than just a candidate for crime |
| In and out of Ibiza, spendin' power a Visa |
| Standin' the test of time like the Leaning Tower of Pisa |
| In my D-zone so the bitches gon' sweat it |
| Got the same piece of chrome, sweet Sloane, Bishop own credit |
| Got the Glock Craig used to help out Smokey and Day-Day with |
| The .38 Mad Dog used to pop JJ with |
| You don’t wanna be on my bad side |
| Why don’t you let me project some of this good on you |
| If I ever pick up on a bad vibe, it’s all that it’s gonna take then I’m good on |
| you |
| Go on do your thing, go on do your thing |
| Go on do your thing, go on do your thing |
| I’mma let you finish telling that lie |
| Go on do your thing, girl do your thing |
| Do my thing, do my thing |
| Do your thing, do my thing |
| Walk up in a strip club lookin' for Mia |
| It’s Friday so I may stimulate the economy |
| I don’t recollect if I ever offered advice |
| Make sure you walk it like you talk it or pay the ultimate price |
| All you petty bloggers and trolls, forever calling me broke |
| If my money funny, then y’all must be Eddie Martin in Life |
| Fuck the social network if we talkin' you bring your balls then |
| Tell them I got two deserts I call them the Winclevoss twins |
| Dodgin' the fake, dark man dubbin' a cape |
| All of us are marked men this hits on y’all I’m Zartan, scar on the face |
| Real recognise real who cares what you foreignerers say |
| My predators from the nation of Islam, corner and pray |
| Fuck what comparisons say, ain’t got no roof you just wear a toupee |
| The coop ain’t got no shoes like Eric Benét |
| Baby I’m poppin' I got like eight or nine watches |
| Kick my feet up check the time on my Inko like I’m Affion Crockett |
| You don’t wanna be on my bad side |
| Why don’t you let me project some of this good on you |
| If I ever pick up on a bad vibe, it’s all that it’s gonna take then I’m good on |
| you |
| Go on do your thing, go on do your thing |
| Go on do your thing, go on do your thing |
| I’mma let you finish telling that lie |
| Go on do your thing, girl do your thing |