paroles de chanson Do I (feat. Mulatto & Baby Goth) - WHIPPED CREAM , Baby Goth , Mulatto

Ah, shit, oh
Ice
Big Latto
(It's WHIPPED CREAM)

Hop out the whip in Dior
I push to start, ain't no key
I blow a bag when I'm bored
Don't leave your nigga 'round me

If I reach in that new Coco
I'm finna go loco, bitch, you better duck
Handle all my problems dolo
I'm pullin' up solo, bitch, just like my cup

Hop out the 6 (Hop out the 6)
And these bitches sick (and these bitches sick)
I take your nigga and I flood his face
Just like my wrist (just like my wrist)
And I want the smoke, I dare one these rap bitches go and drop a diss
The coupe automatic
But you know I'm still riding 'round with that stick

Bitch, do I look like I care? (Care)
Bitch, do I look like I'm scared? (Scared)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I?
I do not want your man (your man)
Bitch, do I look likе a fan (fan, WHIPPED CREAM)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I? (WHIPPED CREAM)

She do not want trouble
Hop out the whip and I'm bustin' your bubblе
We got the piece like a puzzle
Hit like a belt buckle

I let the cookie crumble
He eat it up and it's not subtle
My drip is not humble
Henny buzz just like a bee, bumble

Fuck like aerobics, he wanna grab it
He want my balance, he want some status
Soon as I cash in, all of 'em dashin'
I leave these hatin'-ass hoes in a casket
Cremating the scene, we not fuckin' with average
Bringin' the heat, it's gon' leave you in ashes

Bitch, do I look like I care? (Care)
Bitch, do I look like I'm scared? (Scared)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I?
I do not want your man (your man)
Bitch, do I look like a fan? (Fan)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I?

These bitches don't want no trouble
I pull up on bitches and pop at they bubble
Just want the face, I don't wanna cuddle
Don't want your nigga 'cause he undercover

Chill at the jeweler with VVs
A rack for the sneaker, they CC
I bet your lil' sister wan' meet me
A nigga wan' freak me, but I make him eat me

Big Latto worth a cool million
That's why these hoes in they feelings
Creep down your block and I kick door
Them niggas still robbing and killing
Fuck do you mean, I don't even read, but I keep magazines
Can't sell my soul for no contract, nah, I ain't on that
Bitch, stop playin' with me

Bitch, do I look like I care? (Care)
Bitch, do I look like I'm scared? (Scared)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I?
I do not want your man (your man)
Bitch, do I look like a fan? (Fan)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)