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Текст песни Webbie - What I Do

This really what I do
This really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do
This really what I do
This really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do

I stay holding on a big tree
Pants on my knees, yeah, this is me
And all my glasses cost least three so money, money, money, that's all I see
Actually I'm a lil' hood trendsetter, I'm telling you, I'm so unique
I ain't think about nobody tryna do me
I'm well off, nigga, fell off, who? Me?
Ole hating ass fags, you gone end up in a bag
I don't trust y'all niggas, fuck y'all, sue me
I'm stuck up in the streets like a nigga glued me
Man, I'll have hitters everywhere you be
No game, ain't hooping with your man
You gone end up looking stupid, nigga promise nigga tryna fool me
Get your stomping motherfucker like Bruce Lee
Quarterback sneak start throwing oozee

This really what I do
This really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do
This really what I do
This really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do

I do dis shit, I thought you knew this shit
I'll take a million dollars and been done blew that bitch
Big head, bitch heads, that's all I get and that crazy ass G shit is all I spit
Me and fake lil' niggas, we just don't mix
And these broke lil' niggas, man, I just can't fix
They be all up on a nigga no matter where I get
That's why I'm stomping on these bitches like they ain't shit
Gimme bitch, no, you don't wanna take that risk
'Cause we trill niggas, man, we don't beef on this
We gotta creep on list and I can promise you this
Pussy ass nigga, you don't wanna make that bitch
I don't play that shit, you better weigh that shit
And if it ain't the whole thing, I'mma take that bitch
I ain't the trillest motherfucker, man, who say that shit?
Poking holes in these hoes, tattoo that bitch

This really what I do
This really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do
This really what I do
This really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do

Man, this me, who you think this is?
One of them pussy ass niggas on MTV cribs?
Got a crib like you see up on MTV cribs
Thug out the whole life, man, where I live
Bitch nigga, you don't really live how I live
And get the feeling damn near everywhere I chill
Millionaire, my lil' brother got killed, my big brother up in jail
Bitch, you don't know how that feel
Came up, got rich haters broker than a bitch
Now they hating on a nigga, you know how that is
Better stay up in your place and remember what I say
When I tell you: shit, you don't wanna try this here
Savage live style, you couldn't even buy this here
Priceless, more than money, I put that on trill
Got my mind on bills and got a house on wheels
And my bitch on heels and my wrist on chill

This really what I do
This really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do
This really what I do
This really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do

This really what I do
This really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do
This really what I do
This really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do

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