paroles de chanson dothisshit! - 1eleven

Uh-huh (What?)
Uh

They don't really like how I do this shit
Fuck it, I ball
You don't wanna ride that wave, hop off
Still get paid but I left my job
Still got paid but I fucked my boss
Feel like Pluto got too much sauce
Glitter on my neck, my ice on freezer
Fake gold 'round your neck, that shit from Ross
You don't even rock that shit, on god
You don't got drip, get lost
I got designer on dodging the law
Put on Supreme when I go for a walk
VLone my hoodie, I'm sippin' on Wock
Got a bad bitch sippin' on Voss
Pulled five hoes and I got on Crocs
Talk on my gang, like a pill get popped

Yeah, I'm the king I put that on the cross
Bi-Bitch you not my boss
I gotta call my bank (Why?)
They just locked my card
I'm at the stu got a gate outside, ain't gotta lock my car
I got a bitch said she outside, better unlock my door
Do like drugs, but don't like sports
Really don't need much more
Way too much h-a-t-e
So I stay lowkey but I stay outdoors
Stay in the crib with a bitch, she gorgeous
Bitch so wet she could mop my floors
Everything up on this fit is imported
I spend a rubber band when I get bored
He wanted beef then we going to war
Somebody tell him, he need to get warned
I hop in a foreign, you hop in a Ford
I'm in a whip that you couldn't afford
I took a pill now my vision distorted
I don't think that I could drive anymore
Hop in the stu and I'm finna record the shit
Bitch, I gotta bring you the chorus

Bitch, I gotta bring you the chorus
They don't really like how I do this shit
Yeah, Bitch I gotta bring you the chorus
Yeah, they don't really like how I do this shit
Yup, they don't really like how I do this shit
Yeah, they don't really like how I do this shit
Yeah, they don't really like how I do this shit

They don't really like how I do this shit
Fuck it, I ball
You don't wanna ride that wave, hop off
Still get paid but I left my job
(Still got paid but I fucked my boss, yeah)