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young jeezy fabolous - do the dam thing lyrics

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look, i can see them n-gg-s stuntin’
to this right now, not now, but right now
yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
look, lo-lo look, look, lo-lo look, look, look

it’s no love for the other side, f-ck all the tricks
pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
birds love how a brother ride, truckin’ it sick
i’m heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick

i been one of them boys since way back when
this is way before a n-gg- brought gray plaques in
so if i spray mac-10s, bet you n-gg-s lay back then
like you sittin’ in a maybach benz

yea, i made crack grins but ain’t a d-mn thing funny
i keep a pocket fulla do the d-mn thang money
i keep it comin’ with bottles of champagne dunny
so keep it bouncin’ till you pull a hamstring honey

these pimps just better have a gothic for me
i got them hoes starin’ like they got a problem with me
i got them boys slingin’ rocks in the lobby for me
i’m rich b-tch, ballin’ just a hobby for me

i got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
so f-ck what you heard we don’t love them hoes, hey
do the d-mn thang, do the d-mn thang
a n-gg- might grin but it ain’t still funny
got a pocket fulla that, do the d-mn thang money, hey
do the d-mn thang, do the d-mn thang

my phone is tapped and so is my livin’ room
we can’t hide the money here, we need a bigger room
let me show you what i stand for
jesus schwarzenegger call me commando

on that remy martin, n-gg- matta fact
i ain’t fat joe but i can make em lean back
save your ammo don’t waste it
got him dodgin’ bullets like he in the matrix

jeans strapped and ya better dip
carvin 15, got six clips
pilsbury n-gg-, got a lotta dough
call me bossan george, got a lotta hoes

they place orders, so i bake cakes
i’m a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
you see the diamonds in my d-mn chain
it ain’t hard to tell, i do the d-mn thang

i got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
so f-ck what you heard we don’t love them hoes, hey
do the d-mn thang, do the d-mn thang
a n-gg- might grin but it ain’t still funny
got a pocket fulla that, do the d-mn thang money, hey
do the d-mn thang, do the d-mn thang

you waitin’ instead of partic-p-tin’ with them boys
you skatin’ on them twenty two datins like them boys
i’m hatin’ that they communicatin’ with them boys
i’m waitin’ just to send them to satan for that sh-t

they see a n-gg- stones look sick
and i gotta stack of singles in my hand that’s phone booth thick
‘cuz i’m so hood rich
that i’m no good b-tch

and even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
and get ridda that sh-t spitta, get wit her, sh-t gitter
sit wit her, hit spitter, that don’t b-tch chitter
my style fit wit her

i tell her you don went left now
you need to go right like a switch hitta
i know them tricks bitter
when i’m in the six with her

so i’m in a mix with her
fourty four six with her
and i’m higher than a motherf-cker
but a n-gg- try then he gon die in this motherf-cker

i got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
so f-ck what you heard we don’t love them hoes, hey
do the d-mn thang, do the d-mn thang
a n-gg- might grin but it ain’t still funny
got a pocket fulla that, do the d-mn thang money, hey
do the d-mn thang, do the d-mn thang

- young jeezy fabolous lyrics

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