"What You Doin" lyrics
"What You Doin"
Yeah
(It's loyalty)
Where you at, send your loc...
What you doing...
What you doing? Get dressed, Ima pick you up
Where you at? Send your loc, yeah I'm pulling up
You can't move, they doing your toes and your nails at once
She gone fuck around, that pussy closed, I'm on the road for months
I get fresh, I get fly, I'm a big eagle
Smoking gas, this shit live, ten speakers
Big table, it's just us, it fit ten people
V12, yeah I drive this bitch like I'm Vin Diesel
What you on? Where you at? I'm tryna see you
Yeah I'm pulling up, don't give a fuck if it's a late night
Body snatched, ain't no stomach like she take hikes
Givenchy shark boots, I turn into a great white
What you doing? Get dressed, I'm finna pick you up
Where you at? Send your loc, yeah I'm pulling up
You can't move, they doing your toes and your nails at once
She gone fuck around, that pussy closed, I'm on the road for months
He just left? Alright cool, shit I'm on my way
Hit Jamaica, go to Bali, yeah I'm gone pay
Pussy good, head fire, really made my day
She don't wear no scarf, hair done down there every day
Stomach flatter, ass fatter, damn you gaining weight?
You my favorite bitch, when I'm with you you take the pain away
Pulling over, we can't make it home, I'm tryna Get a taste
Stay the fuck from round my bitch, these niggas in the way
You at work? Time you off?
Did you eat? You want Catch? Finna Bring you steak
Is you busy? FaceTime me, let me see yo face
Boarding flights, taking trips, we can leave the states
Big money, bad weather, make it rain all year
We don't fuck with lame niggas, yeah we hate y'all here
Is you home? I'm finna slide like a baseball player
Smoking loud, splitting woods like a chainsaw here
What you doing? Get dressed, I'm finna pick you up
Where you at? Send your loc, yeah I'm pulling up
You can't move, they doing your toes and your nails at once
She gone fuck around, that pussy closed, I'm on the road for months
Is you stressed? You got weed? Let me roll your blunt
What you need? You got bread? Here, take a chunk
Newest Ritz, Tom Fords, I didn't buy you Dunks
Pussy tight, you can't take it, you finna die or what?
You finna Cry or what?
How you know everything? You got a spy or what?
Let's go hit another Louis, this one don't have em
You got one lady, you don't let these bitches touch yo lashes
What you doing? Get dressed, Ima pick you up
Where you at? Send your loc, yeah I'm pulling up
You can't move, they doing your toes and your nails at once
She gone fuck around, that pussy closed, I'm on the road for months
What you doing? Get dressed, Ima pick you up
Where you at? Send your loc, yeah I'm pulling up
You can't move, they doing your toes and your nails at once
She gone fuck around, that pussy closed, I'm on the road for months
Writer(s): Sean Michael Anderson, Keith Lenard Miller, Brian Edner Parker, David Anthony Stokes, Brian Wicker, Jesse L. James
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- BlueBucksClan Lyrics
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