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2shaddy - left do it, right do it (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: 2shaddy]
if you think i’m gonna wait for the beat drop then you outta your mind
imma turn into a dog ‘fore i take this beat from behind
(grrr) there’s a f+cking dog in here
animal when it comes to danger, ya’ll better steer clear
i stay (woof) gripping and packing
just imagine having people praying they catch you lacking (wow)
i’m rapping and stacking, laughing, i catch ’em plotting and scheming
it turns me on hearing what they gonna do when they see me
’cause i’m a sick f+ck, i like to big stunt (uh+huh)
i like to kick box and keep my stick tucked
not ’bout to be the rapper that dies among sick bums
m+th+f+ckas gonna find out and die over a quick scuff (cl!ck pow)
so if it goes down, i’ll make the demons come out
switch turn a man into a b+tch if he’s loud in his f+cking mouth (yea, yea, yea)
never in doubt, my glock turn chris to christina
my girl is my nina, she will make you scream if you see her
she sings like bieber
grimmer than reaper
she sounds like hiroshima
the ghost of tsushima
so why the f+ck would you seek her?
giver, not a receiver
and she’s the number one skeeter
turn you into a believer
before a permanent sleeper
red running down they body, this is soak city (soak city)
diddy bop, i got ’em dancing like diddy
i say
[refrain: 310babii]
left, right, let me see you do it (aw)
left, do it, right, do it (aw)
left, do it, right, do it (aw)
left, do it, right, do it (aw)
f+ck it up, go stupid, f+ck it up (oh yeah)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up, f+ck it up, go ‘head
f+ck it up (left, right)
left, right, left, right, left, right, f+ck it up (blueface, let’s go)

[verse 2: blueface]
blueface, baby, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
two b+tches, one me, but it’s enough (it’s enough)
bought a b+tch b+tt for my b+tch b+tt (ain’t have enough)
left, right, left, right, b+tch, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
i put more hot dogs in these b+tch buns
than a hot dog ever been in a b+tch bun (what he say?)
fum+fum+fum, let me see you do the woody+woo
i’m in the club with this ice, b+tch, hoody+hoo
blueface, school yard crip, n+gga, who is you?
you, you, you, you, you, you and you, you
follow me, you gon’ make it to the dressing room
take that sh+t off, baby, do what you do
do it, do it, do it, i’m a crip, she blew it (do it)
everything on me brand new, you knew it (knew it)
i put more nuts in guts than up in the gut (ooh)
if i put it down on her, she givin’ it up (here we go, uh)
[refrain: 310babii]
got her goin’ crazy, legs shakin’, watch her move
told her you gotta f+ck it up, i’m not the one who make the rules
left, right, let me see you do it (aw)
left, do it, right, do it (aw)
left, do it, right, do it (aw)
left, do it, right, do it (aw)
f+ck it up, go stupid, f+ck it up (oh yeah)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up, f+ck it up, go ‘head

[verse 3: tyga]
uh, hurricane, it’s soakin’
yeah that p+ssy like an ocean
shawty clap that ass in the water and it’s floatin’
can you do it slow motion?
ayy, f+ck it up
head down, hands on your knees, yeah
fashion nova dress, she gon’ buy one every week, yeah
just touched down, got a baddie on defense
keep it on the low, he don’t know that you creepin’
left, right, f+ck it right
the p+ssy taste like mike and ikes (sweet)
she said, “what’s your type?” i ain’t got no type
but you gotta be yay high to ride this ride

[chorus: 310babii]
if you a bad b+tch, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
freak b+tch, she touch her toes like what? (like huh?)
she said it’s summertime, she tryna have some fun (get lit)
if you a freak, do your sh+t, don’t run (don’t do no runnin’, jeeezy)
[verse 4: jeeezy]
i walk in the function, all the b+tches goin’ up (goin’ up)
make ’em leave the building if they scared to f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
she invited me to soak city, here i come (here i come)
b+tch, i’m tryna f+ck you, i don’t ever bite my tongue (what you say?)
how it sound when we f+ckin’ (ooh)
told her f+ck it up, turn around, got you cussin’ (got you cussin’)
better not be shy on this d+ck, move the covers (move the covers)
hate when n+ggas lying, say they hit, ain’t do nothin’ (dj)

[verse 5: bluebucksclan dj]
hate when b+tches lie, she ain’t thick, i ain’t touchin’ (i ain’t touchin’)
takin’ n+ggas’ hoes at my shows, feel like usher (feel like usher)
your n+gga lame, ain’t on nothin’, he a buster (he a buster)
we at soak city, f+ck it up, this sh+t jumpin’ (f+ck it up)
move your hand, why you runnin’? (move your hand)
room full of bad b+tches gettin’ punished (gettin’ punished)
yeah, i’m flexin’ in this b+tch, i’m the strongest (i’m the strongest)
bad b+tches f+ck it up, you get a bonus (yeah)

[verse 6: ohgeesy]
left, right, up, down like a cheat code
only f+ck with freak hoes who drink casamigos
let me see you drive the boat, show me how you deepthroat
i spent a check on that p+ssy ’cause you ain’t a cheap ho
breaking down walls like i work at home depot
let me see you f+ck it up to the beat, ho
let me see you f+ck it up, show ass and titties
hit an opp block, turn that b+tch to soak city
hit an opp thot ’cause she wanna roll with me
got the b+tch contact saved under “soak city”
every time a n+gga bust, she be screamin’, “leave it in me”
we stopped totin’ thirties, only totin’ fifties
don’t stop at the stop sign, sh+t get tricky
told my n+gga hold the strap, i’m ’bout to get jiggy
yeah, i k!ll it from the back, somebody yell (ricky)

- 2shaddy lyrics

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