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clutch1700 - do this lyrics

[verse 1: clucth1700]
b-tch it’s mula gang
catch a n-gga doing his thang
bet i act a fool in thang
losing my brain
n-ggas finna blow just wait
now a n-gga feel like hussein
sipping lean
po’ a whole pool of this thang
i be super slayed
off this super flame
while a n-gga perusing his dream
on the block where thumbs hang
a n-gga don’t f-ck with them
but say w-ssup to them
never let a n-gga touch me
bet a n-gga take a loss before
i let a n-gga f-ck with me
catch me sipping on a cup of lean
man i swear this sh-t got me feel lovely
po’ mud in the bubbly
downer boyz get slumped
man i can’t get enough of these
i just want the full courses
and some more sh-t
a b-tch that look like jennifer lawrence
with endors-m-nts
k!lling sh-t like abortions
b-tch i torched it
shout out to my n-ggas on florence
smoking a forest
came in on some cool sh-t
man this n-ggas better move b-tch
i go ludicrous
never met a n-gga cool as this
a n-gga got a cold
cause you know a n-gga too sick
n-ggas need to hear my new sh-t
spit xan got them snoozin’
they on some bullsh-t
but n-gga spit a full clip
k!lling all beats so u know a n-gga do this

[verse 2: d.brvss]
yeah you know a n-gga do this
loud pack got me too lit
i don’t give a d-mn who you with
them xans got you stupid
30 n-ggas hoppin’ out the hoopty
stay on yo cue
or get whacked with a pool stick
my life a motion picture
play yo part in my movie
let’s make it x rated cause i see you got booty
wear scuba dive gear just to f-ck with these groupies
i need to get blue cheese
for the main course no sides
i don’t get tired
i used to have to hoop dream
till i started ballin’ i’m retired
but i won’t expire
getting better by the mileage
keep it rollin’
i got bullet proof tires
check my frequent flyer miles
i be gettin’ high i’m in the sky
i’m in your way i bet you pay attention now
calm that sh-t down
she hit me when it’s going up
cause she know a n-gga shut it down
step up to the mound
my kids ain’t safe in 3rd base so i’m bustin’ in her mouth
then i’m throwin’ in the towel
nocturnal like a owl
stayed up late nights
just to be the man of the hour
if the head right
i might move the b-tch in the house
like i’m playin
maynards 1st i’m sweet then i’m sour
gone

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