Tote 2 straps, I do dat
Come to packs, i move dat
Got yo bitch, on my dick
Let the team, run thru dat
I'm a savage, I prove dat
Ain't no saint, bitch who dat
Can't be f*ckin wit 12
Ain't no squares, where ju at
Ain't no fakin cant do it
Yall be talkin, dont do shit
Aye p and ju is on the track, Muhfukaz gon loose it
My whole team, been thru shit
In the game, since 2-6
I be ballin like 2-3
Runnin shit like 2 kicks
We ain't wit, the drama
So we pack, dem llamas
If these hoes, come in twos
Knock em down, Osama
There i go, so ruthless
And my car, so roofless
Pulled a lil nigga momma at da chit chat
And dat brain, was toothless
I was poe, den got rich
Turn a lil hoe to a bad bitch
Now she gettin money off a Instagram
Takin dates, no catfish
Living lavish not average
My whole team get cabbage
It ain't no bank and forth wit us
We ain't wit all the babbish
Tote 2 straps, I do dat
Come to packs, i move dat
Got yo bitch, on my dick
Let the team, run thru dat
I'm a savage, I prove dat
Ain't no saint, bitch who dat
Can't be f*ckin wit 12
Ain't no squares, where ju at
I used to be on that trap shit
But Only out of necessity
Then ya boy started to rap
Now yo main hoe wanna sex wit me
But this shit, it never was easy
It been 10 years in the making
Now I got this shit on lock
It's looking like it's for the taking
On beats im murda for hire
You know we still movin dat fire
F*ck up and get wrong wit a nigga
I promise you, lead for a diet
Shout out to all a my og's
They guided and molded a nigga
We snuck up and kidnapped the game
And made it elope wit a nigga
Man I'm so focused my nigga
Plug got the reefer and coka my nigga
Think that we joking my nigga
Laugh to the the bank like joker my nigga
Yo hoe just scoping a nigga
Her and her friends wanna go wit a nigga
Pussy so wet, it drip like a leak
She put that throat on a nigga
Tote 2 straps, I do dat
Come to packs, i move dat
Got yo bitch, on my dick
Let the team, run thru dat
I'm a savage, I prove dat
Ain't no saint, bitch who dat
Can't be f*ckin wit 12
Ain't no squares, where ju at
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Ya Boy Ju - I Do Dat Lyrics
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Tote 2 straps, I do dat
Come to packs, i move dat
Got yo bitch, on my dick
Let the team, run thru dat
I'm a savage, I prove dat
Ain't no saint, bitch who dat
Can't be f*ckin wit 12
Ain't no squares, where ju at
Ain't no fakin cant do it
Yall be talkin, dont do shit
Aye p and ju is on the track, Muhfukaz gon loose it
My whole team, been thru shit
In the game, since 2-6
I be ballin like 2-3
Runnin shit like 2 kicks
We ain't wit, the drama
So we pack, dem llamas
If these hoes, come in twos
Knock em down, Osama
There i go, so ruthless
And my car, so roofless
Pulled a lil nigga momma at da chit chat
And dat brain, was toothless
I was poe, den got rich
Turn a lil hoe to a bad bitch
Now she gettin money off a Instagram
Takin dates, no catfish
Living lavish not average
My whole team get cabbage
It ain't no bank and forth wit us
We ain't wit all the babbish
Tote 2 straps, I do dat
Come to packs, i move dat
Got yo bitch, on my dick
Let the team, run thru dat
I'm a savage, I prove dat
Ain't no saint, bitch who dat
Can't be f*ckin wit 12
Ain't no squares, where ju at
I used to be on that trap shit
But Only out of necessity
Then ya boy started to rap
Now yo main hoe wanna sex wit me
But this shit, it never was easy
It been 10 years in the making
Now I got this shit on lock
It's looking like it's for the taking
On beats im murda for hire
You know we still movin dat fire
F*ck up and get wrong wit a nigga
I promise you, lead for a diet
Shout out to all a my og's
They guided and molded a nigga
We snuck up and kidnapped the game
And made it elope wit a nigga
Man I'm so focused my nigga
Plug got the reefer and coka my nigga
Think that we joking my nigga
Laugh to the the bank like joker my nigga
Yo hoe just scoping a nigga
Her and her friends wanna go wit a nigga
Pussy so wet, it drip like a leak
She put that throat on a nigga
Tote 2 straps, I do dat
Come to packs, i move dat
Got yo bitch, on my dick
Let the team, run thru dat
I'm a savage, I prove dat
Ain't no saint, bitch who dat
Can't be f*ckin wit 12
Ain't no squares, where ju at
Come to packs, i move dat
Got yo bitch, on my dick
Let the team, run thru dat
I'm a savage, I prove dat
Ain't no saint, bitch who dat
Can't be f*ckin wit 12
Ain't no squares, where ju at
Ain't no fakin cant do it
Yall be talkin, dont do shit
Aye p and ju is on the track, Muhfukaz gon loose it
My whole team, been thru shit
In the game, since 2-6
I be ballin like 2-3
Runnin shit like 2 kicks
We ain't wit, the drama
So we pack, dem llamas
If these hoes, come in twos
Knock em down, Osama
There i go, so ruthless
And my car, so roofless
Pulled a lil nigga momma at da chit chat
And dat brain, was toothless
I was poe, den got rich
Turn a lil hoe to a bad bitch
Now she gettin money off a Instagram
Takin dates, no catfish
Living lavish not average
My whole team get cabbage
It ain't no bank and forth wit us
We ain't wit all the babbish
Tote 2 straps, I do dat
Come to packs, i move dat
Got yo bitch, on my dick
Let the team, run thru dat
I'm a savage, I prove dat
Ain't no saint, bitch who dat
Can't be f*ckin wit 12
Ain't no squares, where ju at
I used to be on that trap shit
But Only out of necessity
Then ya boy started to rap
Now yo main hoe wanna sex wit me
But this shit, it never was easy
It been 10 years in the making
Now I got this shit on lock
It's looking like it's for the taking
On beats im murda for hire
You know we still movin dat fire
F*ck up and get wrong wit a nigga
I promise you, lead for a diet
Shout out to all a my og's
They guided and molded a nigga
We snuck up and kidnapped the game
And made it elope wit a nigga
Man I'm so focused my nigga
Plug got the reefer and coka my nigga
Think that we joking my nigga
Laugh to the the bank like joker my nigga
Yo hoe just scoping a nigga
Her and her friends wanna go wit a nigga
Pussy so wet, it drip like a leak
She put that throat on a nigga
Tote 2 straps, I do dat
Come to packs, i move dat
Got yo bitch, on my dick
Let the team, run thru dat
I'm a savage, I prove dat
Ain't no saint, bitch who dat
Can't be f*ckin wit 12
Ain't no squares, where ju at
Writer: Julius Cunningham
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid