Do It Then - Radio Edit

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Gone bend that thang over
Touch ya toes
Bring it up then
Drop it to the flo
You a bad b—-h
Gone let em know
You a independent woman
Not a h—
You can tell that she bad
By the clothes
Knew it soon
As she walked
Thru the door
Got everybody
Lookin at the show
She a real hustla
All about the doh
Gone shine on em
I can see the glow
Gone break a n——a off
With a lap dance
Private room
Got me bussin'
Out my pants
Real stallion
You can tell
By the stance
Way she movin'
Got a n—-a in a trance
Throwin all my money
I don't give a d—n
Here you go
Take it all like bam
You a lame
Then gone head scram
So fine
I wanna follow on the gram
Lemme rub on that booty
Like Shazam
Got everybody in this b—-h
Goin crazy
That's some real s—t
No foogazy

Gone head on
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Gone head on
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Writer(s): Nicholus Travez Thomas, Christopher Wyatt Lightfoot
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