Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do What I Want, artist - WARHOL.SS. Album song Chest Pains, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Warhol.ss
Song language: English
Do What I Want |
No, we not going out sad |
These niggas broke and fucked up, why they mad? |
(That why they mad) |
Playing the games, you get smashed |
We leave a nigga’s lil' toe with a tag |
I paid the dealer with cash |
Pulled out the light and I didn’t have a tag (Skrrt) |
Oh, that’s your ho? |
Well, I smashed |
Fucked in the studio, gave her a rash (Gave her a rash) |
Walk in the mall with them racks |
And we not checking no tags (Checking no tags) |
Diamonds on me and they dancin' |
They takin' pictures, I don’t need a flash |
Walk in that bitch like a popstar |
Strum the guitar like a rockstar |
Smoking OG like a Rasta |
Poppin' some .30, my pistol |
These niggas pussy, no, they ain’t official (They ain’t official) |
Rollie wrist sittin' on AP |
Gang wanna side, leave a nigga like eight feet (Nigga like eight feet) |
Riding, sipping on |
Smoking OG, boy, I’m high as a pilot |
I cannot move 'less I get a deposit |
Sliding Ducati, told lil' ho «Just ride it» |
Where that nigga? |
They can’t find me |
Ride Maybach, four Suburbans behind me |
Chop up the brick, feel like residue soft |
Whipping the hard, to coke or the chalk |
Boys gon' do what they can (Lil' nigga) |
Real niggas do what they wanna do (Real) |
I’ma keep chasing that bag (Bag) |
Pour that shit up, roll a blunt or two (Gas) |
No, we not going out sad |
These niggas broke and fucked up, why they mad? |
(That why they mad) |
Playing the games, you get smashed |
We leave a nigga’s lil' toe with a tag |
I paid the dealer with cash |
Pulled out the light and I didn’t have a tag (Skrrt) |
Oh, that’s your ho? |
Well, I smashed |
Fucked in the studio, gave her a rash (Gave her a rash) |
Walk in the mall with them racks |
And we not checking no tags (Checking no tags) |
Diamonds on me and they dancin' |
They takin' pictures, I don’t need a flash |
bitch, yeah, yeah |
on the plug, in the (Pablo) |
Diamond, they hittin' like they box (Damn) |
You a copy, you be lyin' (You a copy) |
So much drip, gotta mop it (Drip, drip) |
I’m rockin' Gucci, I don’t wear Armani (I'm in the Gucci) |
I hit that pussy, it smell like Dasani |
AP, that’s that perfect timing (AP bust down) |
All I really want is money (I want the money) |
Still servin' on a Sunday (Still servin' on a Sunday) |
Rockin' Off-White, I don’t wear Tommy (Off-White) |
Shittin' on niggas like I fucked up my stomach (I fucked up my stomach) |
I got a bitch named London from London (London) |
Lil' nigga, I make somethin' out of nothing (Lil' nigga) |
I’m on that chase for that paper, I’m running (Gimme that) |
These niggas some clowns, they really be funny (Haha) |
Boys gon' do what they can (Lil' nigga) |
Real niggas do what they wanna do (Real) |
I’ma keep chasing that bag (Bag) |
Pour that shit up, roll a blunt or two (Gas) |
No, we not going out sad |
These niggas broke and fucked up, why they mad? |
(That why they mad) |
Playing the games, you get smashed |
We leave a nigga’s lil' toe with a tag |
I paid the dealer with cash |
Pulled out the light and I didn’t have a tag (Skrrt) |
Oh, that’s your ho? |
Well, I smashed |
Fucked in the studio, gave her a rash (Gave her a rash) |
Walk in the mall with them racks |
And we not checking no tags (Checking no tags) |
Diamonds on me and they dancin' |
They takin' pictures, I don’t need a flash |