Lil Wayne - I Do It (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Wayne - I Do It (en) Lyrics
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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
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)
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
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)
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')
My accountant just called, said,
"Shit been movin'" (Yeah)
I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it
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
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