Lyrics Rasheeda – Do Yo Thang
Text:
You got your freak ‘m dress, diamond belly ring
Matching vickys secrets, make your own change
Girl do yo thang, girl do yo thang
Girl do yo thang, girl do yo thang
I’m riding 24’s, iced out chains
Pop a lot of bottles, I like to make it rain
Boy do yo thang, boy do yo thang
Boy do yo thang, boy do yo thang
Gon and do yo thang
I got my red Gucci dress, red Gucci pumps
Super duper fly, I give them what they want
Cirtified hot chick, chicks on my jock quick
If you don’t cake, flip you off like a lightswitch
Do yo thang, and Imma do mine
In the blackout, it’s a must I shine
I can rock my hips, I can slow grind
I can do a whole lotta tricks with my behind
It’s going down, I got a lotta Vickys secrets
If you top notch, I might let you see it
On your way down, you can play with my belly ring
If you get a chance, better do yo motherfuckin thang
You got your freak ‘m dress, diamond belly ring
Matching vickys secrets, make your own change
Girl do yo thang, girl do yo thang
Girl do yo thang, girl do yo thang
Gon and do yo thang
I’m riding 24’s, iced out chains
Pop a lot of bottles, I like to make it rain
Boy do yo thang, boy do yo thang
Gon and do yo thang
I rolled up, poured up, niggas better hold up
Skinny’s on the scene, he hustle clean
Dope boy slang, dope boy swang
Dope everywhere in the fender of the jag
Black skull teath, iced out skull belt
Bitches on my dick like my name Hue Heff
Front seat of the lack, I got the chopper with me
Trunk of the lack, I got that work with me
Big boy heat, wood grippin on the grain
Diamonds in my diamond D-Lo chain
Fall down scream, make a bitch panties fall
I’m deep sea diving and I make yo girl crawl
You got your freak ‘m dress, diamond belly ring
Matching vickys secrets, make your own change
Girl do yo thang, girl do yo thang
Girl do yo thang, girl do yo thang
Gon and do yo thang
I’m riding 24’s, iced out chains
Pop a lot of bottles, I like to make it rain
Boy do yo thang, boy do yo thang
Boy do yo thang, boy do yo thang
Gon and do yo thang
My money got money, plus my money got money
And give a nigga a minute, I got more money coming
No ATM, no credit card
That boy got his money from moving that hard
Westside up, nigga Macktown down
Everytime you see a G, that’s how it goes down
My fleet got 2’s, my trunk got 4’s
I used to have 6’s, but bitches got stole
Crem delacrem, that’s the best of the best
I like my beat down low, TIP said it best
Shauty getting freaky, she pulling up her dress
I pulled out a stack, and threw it on her chest
You got your freak ‘m dress, diamond belly ring
Matching vickys secrets, make your own change
Girl do yo thang, girl do yo thang
Girl do yo thang, girl do yo thang
Gon and do yo thang
I’m riding 24’s, iced out chains
Pop a lot of bottles, I like to make it rain
Boy do yo thang, boy do yo thang
Boy do yo thang, boy do yo thang
Gon and do yo thang