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jg x (k)roy x yung.polneau - do it like that lyrics

[intro]
riley, all women are not hoes
were talkin’ 20, 25% tops
okay
but if they not all hoes
then why i got to pay to take em out to eat then
i mean i’m payin’, that’s payment

[verse 1: jg]
i got my bros, they never switch up
n-gga just listen i’m handlin’ business
while you were just dissin’
we got them visions and we do it different
circle small and you n-ggas can’t fit in
i live the hustle and i’ll never quit it
used to be losin’ but now i stay winnin’
so don’t holla at me if it’s been a minute
i just be rappin’
on instrumentals
make n-ggas go mental
girls say i’m the devil
cuz i missed your call, but that’s accidental
i’m trying to be special and get on new levels
i think of the whip, while y’all using pedals
i cannot break like i’m made of metal
keep movin’ up, man i’ll never settle
i’m trynna be iced out like my city’s weather

[hook: jg]
she blowin’ my phone
i do not know
why she be movin’ like that
ignore all these hoes
and get all this dough
and you know, i do it like that
i’m livin’ my life and rollin’ these dice
and you know that i’m on the track
never go broke, man it’s a joke
i’m just out here trynna get me a stack

[verse 2: (k)roy]
on with the broskis
i know that you know me
6 foot 4 so you know you’re below me
while you’re girl wanna blow me
now you puttin’ pressure like it’s ot
and she sayin’ that she really lonely
but my d-ck her god cuz it’s holy
so now i got your home key
(my guy)
so don’t act up
cuz you don’t wanna fight
your wifey is with me she takin’ the pipe
you say she’s your baby
she’s mine in the night
talk all this sh-t then you go home and type
try to fight me
i’m taking your life (jheez)
don’t speak on us you don’t know sh-t
run up on ya’ with a full clip
run up on ya’ with the likkle yute them
teach em’ how to use a stick and shoot them
bring a shordy over grease and boot them
we so up they call us parachute them
just gang sh-t know that
on the beat, we don’t hold back
livin’ now, no throwback
run up on us that’s no chance
we f-cking your shordy so hold that

[verse 3: yung.polneau]
i facetime your b-tch
but i don’t text
my nut on her lip
like some blistex
if i don’t grease
then i’ll get head
if you talkin’ sh-t you’ll get popped like a blackhead
(ew)
all these hoes left in the past
quality p-ssy at last (finally)
no dora i got the map
your shordies head in my lap
b-tch we up (yup)
look at the view (wow)
her -ss on fufu
after i hit, i don’t know you (nope)
12 on my feet
i got the flu (achoo)
b-tch listen to me
i don’t love you

[outro]
i don’t know, cuz that’s just what you do
you meet a girl, take her out for dinner
but you’re not paying the girl
you’re paying the restaurant
but i’m payin’
which makes her a hoe

- jg x kroy x yung polneau lyrics

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