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Fabolous( John David Jackson )
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Do the Damn Thang
Lyricist:John David Jackson, Jay Jenkins, Sharif Slater
Look, I can see them niggas stuntin' this right now Not now, but right now Yea, yea, yea Look, lo lo look Look, lo lo look Look, look
It's no love for the other side, fuck them tricks Pop the glove on the other side, buck them 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 nigga brought grey plaques in So if I spray Mac-10s, bet you niggas lay back then Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz
Yeah I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money I keep it comin' with bottles of Campagne dunny So keep it bouncin 'til 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 bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, hey Do the damn thang, do the damn thang A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, hey Do the damn thang, do the damn 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 fo Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando On that Remy Martin, nigga matterfact I ain't Fat Joe but I can make them lean back Save your ammo don't waste it Got him dodgin' bullets like he in the Matrix
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Jeans strapped and ya better dip Carvin' 15, got six clips Pilsbury nigga, got a lot of doe 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 damn chain It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, hey Do the damn thang, do the damn thang A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, hey Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
You waitin' instead of participatin' with them boys You skatin' on them 22 datings like them boys I'm hatin' that they communicatin' with them boys I'm waitin' just to send them to Satan for that shit They see a nigga stones look sick And I gotta stack of singles in my hand thats phone booth thick 'Cuz I'm so hood rich, that I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch 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, forty four six with her And I'm higher than a motherfucker But a nigga try then he gonna die in this motherfucker
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, hey Do the damn thang, do the damn thang A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, hey Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
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