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jay vinchi - what i please lyrics

aye!
oh!

verse 1
yo i’m young, sipping and popping my drugs
walking in f-cking it up and i be just doing what the f-ck it is that you’ve been knowing i love!

you’ve been offended by all of my words or my actions?
then sir you can come and just suck on a nut and come catch me!
i’m right off of gratiot, we rapping while i just be steady ol’ chilling and going up!

yo we cl-ssic, elegant
get dapper-ed
rapper
motives m-ssive like the -ss up on a b-tch
this intellect been too effective
motives re-ssessed, you flukes stay etchy sketched
erased, i repossess
so f-ck your date, you wack, you slackin

your whole squad moving way too complacent
while i just been constantly needing some changes
deranged, misbehaving
i’m facing these checks and i’m calling the homies up order a set
now my order is set, cross the borders oppressed
debate it no more i be running it ’round and around and i’m cashing it in until ain’t nothing left!

listen, the visions i bounded be so catastrophic
the plans i been working on always just too diabolic
you p-ss-es all probably be up in those fields tryna frolic
or up at your college so hammered your speech ain’t melodic
i just been way too d-mn active, i’m calling that sh-t metabolic
the dreams that i’m dreaming be coming in colors of tropic

so f-ck a side, i won’t be picking and choosing
the question to ask is the people who riding with you really the truest?

aye!
aye!
well!

chorus

i do what i please
i do what i please

aye!

i do what i please
i do what i please mother f-cker
i do what i please
i do what i please

aye!

i do what i please
i do what i please

god d-mn!

i be doing what i please
chilling, smoking on my marijuana painting me a scene

aye!

i do what i please!
chilling smoking marijuana, i be painting me a scene, living free

verse 2 (sol’le)

n-gg- please, where the cheese?
2k15 was the last time you could get me for the free
where the fee?
got detroit all on my shoulder baby leave it up to me

don’t think you ready though
do not sweat that petty dough
all up in the coney where’s my patty melt?
my flow is irregular, blame it all on the melon doe
thank god this no felon flow, can go where i wanna go
disregard all that reefer smoke
it’s tour life forever though
pull up on you i’m ready doe
i’m just in the crowd looking out for becky though
i heard she got h-lla throat
she heard i got h-lla dope
it ain’t sh-t just to let us smoke
let your guard down and let me poke
leave my n-gg-s with h-lla hoes
a jobs a f-cking joke and that paychecks a f-cking hoax
wouldn’t p-wn that sh-t for my f-cking golds
hold up one second put your p-ssy -ss on hold!

chorus

i do what i please
i do what i please

aye!

i do what i please
i do what i please mother f-cker
i do what i please
i do what i please

aye!

i do what i please
i do what i please

god d-mn!

i be doing what i please

- jay vinchi lyrics

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