Lyrics Moneybagg Yo – I Do What I Want
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Smoking dope out my ace out my out Audi
Before I came up I would doubt it
Now my shows super crowded
Bad bitches scream and shout
Fresh in the game, I’m in my prime
I drop hits, not no dimes
And I ain’t lying in my rhymes
Plug called, he got ten peas
I’m a get that shit going in a hurry
I don’t touch the dope like it got rapies
Got that 30 on me Stephen Curry
Getting paper, haters still talking
And the ride clean and they still walking
Sauce dripping when I walk dawg
Styrofoam full of ?
Talking about trying me, you better yield dawg
Ain’t playing man, I’m for real dawg
She gave me fine head on the peal dawg
Hit her from the back with her heels on
I do what I want
I do what you don’t
(I do this shit nigga for real)
The ice on my neck and arm, it got me on
I want that Rollie on my wrist
When the light hit that bitch glizzin
Want that Audi, yeah that coup
When it’s hot, let back the roof
What this money that don’t fold
Bad bitch, designer clothes
Wake up in designer stores, hey, yeah
I do what I want
I do what you don’t for real
I do what I want
I do what you don’t for real
I do what I want
I do what you don’t
I do what I want
I do what you don’t
Smelling like Dolce
The bitch want to kiss me but I don’t do no smoochie
I’m like hold up lil bitch
I know you suck dick, you must think that I’m stupid
Yeah I stay in exclusive
I woke up in Louis, my shades by Gucci
My niggas in jewels house
I fuck with Baton Rouge
Aye shout out to Boosie
Hey I’m winning, you losing
I keep the toolie, get smoked like you new to this shit
I’m stacking, I’m flipping
Don’t call me like ?
I’m doping, I’m smoking, I’m blazing the fruity
Need some water, call me out, lips looking pooky
From serving them people who look just like pooky
In the ?
super choppa I feel so ?
Roll by and I chunk up a deuce
Pull up then poured up a deuce
Thinking about which bitch I can scoop
Dick in so and hear me like Ouuu, yeah
I do what you don’t
You don’t, I do it yeah
I do what I want
I ran up some money then blew it
I want that Rollie on my wrist
When the light hit that bitch glizzin
Want that Audi, yeah that coup
When it’s hot, let back the roof
What this money that don’t fold
Bad bitch, designer clothes
All my niggas getting dough
Wake up in designer stores, hey, yeah
I do what I want
I do what you don’t for real
I do what I want
I do what you don’t for real
I do what I want
I do what you don’t
I do what I want
I do what you don’t
