Luyện nghe bài hát Do U Potna

I'm a do me

I'm a do me

You niggas cane
But they clean
We spendin money, gettin money, nothin in
Chasin a hundred mil, ain't gon let intervene
Respect the hustle busters gon do by any means
Haters I mean
Put on anything
say I start a lot of shit, I say I finish things
Just like some cream
I go in mouth
And like a limousine, I stretch a out
This what you want now you better take a different route
I ain't Bankhead? bitch what is this about
Used to bound when you see me oh we now?
Ay the music listen dude I come get wit you now
But them hammers sing
Just its not a dream
We handle just like
You hear em sayin that about me, hear I'm sayin
New orleans in ya face, you wasnt sayin shit
you say you get
30 mil in six years? listen Forbes put down for 20, that was this
And lets get clear, just between you and me
apology was BET not for DTP, I'm doin me

You do you
And I'm do me
You do you
I'm do me

If you
Talkin bout you ain't talkin bout shit
You wasnt on the waitin list and you ain't in shit
You pick a watch that cost a 100, you wasted yo time
If you you can do me you out yo mutha fuckin mind
go
These niggas insane, yeah fooled
A half a million car and some house shoes
Call the dealership... like tricked me
Then why the hell you put my where my truck be
I'm franklins... I don't need ones
Smoke a pound every week like I don't need
Buy em whole and sellin retail
I'm talkin seafood... fish scales
I said I'm so hot... but my cool
So many rooms that it look a high school
of high school... I never passed that
Works here... now where da cash at?

You do you (and what)
And I'm do me (ay)
You do you (and what)
I'm do me (ok)
Wanna see how its
watch me do me (ay)
see how its done
Then me do me (yeah)

I'm the big homie... get use to me
You suckas ain't even to what I used to be
You rappers swear to GOD that you moved a key
While yall swore to me..i yall ain't street
I MONEY... everyday dawg
I leave you stinkin in the trap well thats my grave
I tried to if you mel gibs or nasty nas
I wanna know where these rappers got this hearts
Cause that yak-up tear apart any size
So you click-clack about playin wit GOD
You rappers need to stick yo thumb out and take a
I see more man... in a dike
Fuck what you like... this ain't a blind
You tryna like a blind, you gotta feel yo way
Watch me I'm eat til I'm obese
I'm mr. cocane now me do me