J.R. Writer - Do Dis Shit Feat. Fred Money lyrics
rate me[Hook]
Hey, hey, ok, ok
My life is like a movie flick
Get a grip before I write you out this movie script
You new to this and every night I’m ducking groupie chicks
Your future bitch, we taking flights like she a stewardess
I do dis shit, I do dis shit, I do dis shit
Screw who you with or who you get
I do dis shit, I do dis shit, I do dis shit
You do the sick, and you should quit
Go move a brick, I’m doing dis
I do dis shit, I do dis shit, I do dis shit
Ah, you should already know
I do dis shit, I do dis shit,
Excuse me miss but you should dip,
And loose the prick, that dude is …stupid lit
And my coop …the roof is …bluest wrist
Bunch of colors on me, no coogy net
I do dis shit, I do dis shit
Exclusive kicks, I’m too legit, to ever quit
You stupid bitch, I’m shooting clips
So choose your ditch, when move your head
I use your luggage as a body bag
You do this trip, I do dis shit
You can doubt I’m winning, check out how I’m living
New Judas …shades, that’s 2000 dollars vision
Ain’t no time for sleep, you don’t see the paws I’m getting
While you was counting sheep, nigga, I was counting chicken
Ride around in my lamb, hide the town with my strap
Y’all ain’t got what I came to get, then y’all lying down no blat
It’s fact, they ain’t nothing bout a nigga funny
Don’t talk to me if it ain’t bout no money
[Hook]
Hey, hey, ok, ok
My life is like a movie flick
Get a grip before I write you out this movie script
You new to this and every night I’m ducking groupie chicks
Your future bitch, we taking flights like she a stewardess
I do dis shit, I do dis shit, I do dis shit
Screw who you with or who you get
I do dis shit, I do dis shit, I do dis shit
You do the sick, and you should quit
Go move a brick, I’m doing dis
I do dis shit, I do dis shit, I do dis shit
I do dis shit, I do dis shit, I do dis shit
Newest hicks, the coupest crib
Roofless shit, groupie chick
Give me brain, stupidness
Stupid chick try to ask for the same
I knew the bitch, stewardess, know I’m jacking planes
Fly off cruise control, easy passing lames,
I don’t do the toes
Rubber band bands, they refuse to fold
It’s like I landed in japan, how that sushi rolled
Roll it, I spit it and they say oh shit
When it drops, I gots to picks it up, call it dog shit
You should know the thunder coming when the fog hit
Far from an up and comer, you ain’t know I’m on bitch
From my A game and I’m with the A team
Vowed a nigga game till I make cream
Do it for niggas sitting in them state greens
Living the night life while you gate dream
[Hook]
Hey, hey, ok, ok
My life is like a movie flick
Get a grip before I write you out this movie script
You new to this and every night I’m ducking groupie chicks
Your future bitch, we taking flights like she a stewardess
I do dis shit, I do dis shit, I do dis shit
Screw who you with or who you get
I do dis shit, I do dis shit, I do dis shit
You do the sick, and you should quit
Go move a brick, I’m doing dis
I do dis shit, I do dis shit, I do dis shit.
