DJ Carisma - Do What I Want lyrics
rate mefeat IAMSU! K CAMP & RJ
(Intro)
Carisma!
(Hook)
I know her man be worried bout her
I said no, no these ain't your problems, these ain't your problems
I said no, no I said oh
I can do what I want, ay
I can say what I want, yey
I been up all night
Trying to get it on my own, yeah
These ain't your problems
I said no, no these ain't your problems
These ain't your problems
I said no, no I said,
(Verse)
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
You know they hold Diggy like my dad Rev Run
Trynna make the money flip like a old Samsung
And it ain't no fun unless the slums get some
Come all the way in Cali, yea they say I got charisma
She givingme the cat, I'm on her face like some whiskers
Flash, flash, flash, I'm just posin for the pictures
Your man and you should be Clutch Derek Fisher
Look, now you're hangin with the big dogs, facts
Cruisin with the doors off, she head first on my lap
(Hook)
(Verse)
Don't you worry bout her, she gonna choose who she pay
I do what I do, she gonna do what I say, oh
I swear I dick-matize hoes just to make 'em side hoers
Got a fetish for em bad guys, not a problem
She want a pusha cuz your lame dry
She a vampire, never seen her daytime
Say she like it on the hood, I could bang mine on god
At the end of the day I could spend what you save
Playin in that ghost, one foot in the grave
36 ways to get birds out the cage
Doin shit she embarrassed to say, but she cherish dem day
You want her back, don't get sidetracked
I'm tatted on the back, that's where I'm at
The way I approach you can't coach
You sure she jump ship without a boat, I tell her what I want
(Hook)
(Verse)
I'm a heartbreak monster, top notch pimpin
Funny how I'm tall as hell but they shots still missin
I drive throw dippin, I'm high as hell chillin
And since ain't nobody, I'mma go ahead and kill it
I'm tied to the rhythm, my soul in the beat
More shows and more seats, blow O's in a week
I'm a K-I-double L-E-R
Hit her with that stroke like a nigga bout to tee off
Rappers goin broke, I don't ever wanna be y'all
Drop it to the floor like a mutherfuckin b-ball
We on CD Drive, man they askin for a recall
We are the gang, bout to blow up like C4, boom
(Hook)
