Do My Thing (Yea)

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Im at the four seasons, yea
I make it look easy, yea
She slutty for me, yea
She always believe me, yea
I tell her I love her, yea
She say she love me, yea
But I'm gonna cheat, yea
You better believe it, yea
I do not stunt, yea
My trunk in the front, yea
Don't smoke on no runts, yea
Don't smoke on no blunts, yea
I'm rockin' Celine, yea
She rockin' Pucci, yea
You tryna be me, yea
But I do my thing, yea
Ice on my wrist, yea
You better believe it, yea
I used to be broke, yea
Now I drive the boat, yea
Don't sink I'm afloat, yea
Everyday grind, I don't gotta sleep on the floor
We on the top floor, yea
Eatin' some steak with Merlot, yea
She all in my face, I just rather be on my own yea
You wanting my place
But you cannot stand on your own, yea
These jeans I got on, yea
They made by Chrome, yea
My heart it's been gone, yea
Don't rock no Vlone, yea
I'm all in my zone, yea
You all in your phone, yea
Bitch leave me lone, yea
Said bitch leave me lone, yea
I'm all in my zone, yea
You all in your phone, yea
Bitch leave me lone, yea
Bitch leave me lone, yea

Im at the four seasons, yea
I make it look easy, yea
She slutty for me, yea
She always believe me, yea
I tell her I love her, yea
She say she love me, yea
But I'm gonna cheat, yea
You better believe it, yea
I do not stunt, yea
My trunk in the front, yea
Don't smoke on no runts, yea
Don't smoke on no blunts, yea
I'm rockin' Celine, yea
She rockin' Pucci, yea
You tryna be me, yea
But I do my thing, yea



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Thornton
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