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2 Chainz – I Do It Lyrics

2 Chainz I Do It Lyrics, I Do It Lyrics by 2 Chainz ft Drake Lil Wayne

Thank God for the first n**** to start trappin’
Thank God for the first n**** to start rappin’
Thank God for the first girl to start strippin’
And I’ma have to keep it muhfuckin’ real with ’em
I got a problem with these n*****
I got a problem with these bitches
Trigger finger keep itchin’
Well, I’ll pull it, I’ll do it, yeah

Hang up on a bitch, call it crucified (Damn)
Time to go to work, no suit and tie
Bumpin’ Makaveli, I be trappin’ out the telly (Telly)
My n**** did a dime and he back already (Dough)
Got that sack already, man, we got them racks already (Racks)
As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already (From the back)
I tried to get a tan, but I’m black already (I’m black)
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already (Tru)

Three n***** with me, me, myself and I
God don’t like ugly, you should testify
My T-shirt come from Bergdorf
I make so much on a verse, I take the third off
Bird call, swerve off
Bust a nut on her, tell her that’s a load off
Shorty ass soft like a Nerf ball
If you don’t like what I’m doin’, n****, fuck y’all

Thank God for the first n**** to start trappin’ (Damn)
Thank God for the first n**** to start rappin’ (Yeah)
Thank God for the first girl to start strippin’ (You beat it)
And I’ma have to keep it muhfuckin’ real with ’em
I got a problem with these n*****
I got a problem with these bitches
Trigger finger keep itchin’
Well, I’ll pull it, I’ll do it

Drink in my cup holder, hope this shit don’t spill
Pull up in the new edition and that’s word to Johnny Gill
How I come up with this shit and all these verses that I kill?
I have no imagination, everything I do, for real
Bitch, I’m camouflaged down, put your camera phone down
If she got a ass and the girl a fan, it’s goin’ down
I’ma fuck you like I’ve been waitin’ a century for it
Give the pussy up and I’ll trade you the memory for it
In the bedroom forever, that’s what her roommate’ll tell you
Man, I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi will tell you
He might call up Patricia, she ’bout to call up Melissa

Tell ’em come to the cribbo and do ’em both, double dribble
I’m colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her
Hit her from the front, back, side twist her like cigarillos
I put the gun to the pillow, I don’t want blood on my clothes
Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh, shoutout to all of my hoes
Tunechi

That’s just how my OG would sum it up
I been workin’ all winter just to fuck the summer up
It’s just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain’s never tucked though
If you don’t like what I’m doin’, n****, fuck y’all

Thank God for the first n**** to start trappin’ (Damn)
Thank God for the first n**** to start rappin’ (Yeah)
Thank God for the first girl to start strippin’ (You beat it)
And I’ma have to keep it muhfuckin’ real with ’em
I got a problem with these n*****
I got a problem with these bitches
Trigger finger keep itchin’
Well, I’ll pull it, I’ll do it

Well, if you know like I know, that pussy pop like pyro
And she know I’m a pothead, that pussy like a pothole
I’m colder than a snotnose, man, all these hoes is my hoes
And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hangin’, dry clothes
I just built a cemetery, n***** dyin’ to get in
N***** lyin’, they pretend, don’t cross that line, it’s paper thin
I’m high as a star, make a wish
I’m a shark, I ate the fish
I got no heart, I hate the bitch

You hate that bitch? Well, I hate that bitch
Will jump a n**** like a chessboard
Do a drive by while you ridin’ on your skateboard, uh
They ain’t even know it
Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet
Then I take her to the crib, man, fuck that bitch right on the step
Put it in and take it back out, then I back out
Hair, Hair Weave Killer known to snatch the fuckin’ track out
Put me in the ga-game, coach, I’m the antidote
Pull up, kick, throw, and take the money, and the dope
True, 2 Chainz, I’m on a plane, and a boat
I am so cold, I need a cover, and a coat
Kick it at the mall, call it football
If you don’t like what I’m doin’, n****, fuck y’all

Y’all ready?
One, two, three
(Right now it’s me time)
A little time for myself y’all
(Me time)
Oh, yeah (Right now it’s me time)
Don’t want no one else now
(Me time)

Bitch, please don’t call my phone (Don’t call my phone)
Said, I wanna be left alone (Be left alone)
Please, please don’t stop by my home (Stop by my home)
No, no, ’cause I feel it’s just a matter of time
Till you people make me lose my mind
I’m ’bout to leave this world behind, yeah, yeah
(Right now it’s me time)
You need to go kick rocks now
(Me time)