Lyrics to Do It 4 Th€ Gram (r€mix)
(Anycia, Kaliii
What, TL, Giorgia
Let's get it
Gese you too hard)
Huh?
Nene just walked in, got the spot feelin' Fuego
I'ma need the money, love a nigga with some pesos
Tryna be mine, I'm nachos
He gon' eat the pussy up like a taco, yeah
Te amo
Say he love me, but I do not feel the same
Said it back, but I'm really running games
Need the money, I don't care about the fame, yeah
Pretty please
Can I turn you to a whore, por favor
Said no, so I'm askin' por qué?
He in love, but he know I won't stay
Yeah, gotta leave
Baby back up 'cause I can't breathe
Put a nigga on his goddamn knees
Turn a nigga to a goddamn fiend
En el Gram flexeando los chavos
Que le follen, van a odiar de to's modos
Chuckys bailan con la gorra de lado
En Atlanta le caímos un buen combo
No defendemos en zona, vamos al tipo
Ponte bravo y mano al cinto rapidito
(Ps ps ps ps) cuido lo mío
Ese toto es presidente, lo llamo Bill Clito
Tú no metes mano, ven de frente
Yo meto hasta el codo a lo Vince Carter
Haciendo música pa' delincuentes
Pa' la gata más sarpeta de este yate
Pa'l que la lleva trincada en los boxer Supreme
Y no sale del choso sin el Siemens
Pa' la piba que cada foto en su carrusel
Está sacada por un tigre diferente
In love with the fact that I know just who I am
These bitches only do it for the 'gram
Broke bitches only do it when they can
I'm the type to get it poppin' every time
Forty inch butts down extensions and lashes
White toes workin' back still with the backhand
Head holes, glass ass hoes, I ain't have 'em
Fucked up and went broke, how that work? Bitch, that's tragic
Feelin' just like Boosie, I'm the baddest
I can never be a half-not, 'cause I'm heavy
Weazy, I'm out of here, but bitch ain't feelin' it
A bitch birthday pics, ain't fuckin' with my mirror pics
Bitch ain't seein' me, my life half-marathon
Like that boy in real life, so I let 'em double-tap
Real deal for life, or I ain't goin' for none of that
Pussy here like lightning, so I call it ThunderCat
What, TL, Giorgia
Let's get it
Gese you too hard)
Huh?
Nene just walked in, got the spot feelin' Fuego
I'ma need the money, love a nigga with some pesos
Tryna be mine, I'm nachos
He gon' eat the pussy up like a taco, yeah
Te amo
Say he love me, but I do not feel the same
Said it back, but I'm really running games
Need the money, I don't care about the fame, yeah
Pretty please
Can I turn you to a whore, por favor
Said no, so I'm askin' por qué?
He in love, but he know I won't stay
Yeah, gotta leave
Baby back up 'cause I can't breathe
Put a nigga on his goddamn knees
Turn a nigga to a goddamn fiend
En el Gram flexeando los chavos
Que le follen, van a odiar de to's modos
Chuckys bailan con la gorra de lado
En Atlanta le caímos un buen combo
No defendemos en zona, vamos al tipo
Ponte bravo y mano al cinto rapidito
(Ps ps ps ps) cuido lo mío
Ese toto es presidente, lo llamo Bill Clito
Tú no metes mano, ven de frente
Yo meto hasta el codo a lo Vince Carter
Haciendo música pa' delincuentes
Pa' la gata más sarpeta de este yate
Pa'l que la lleva trincada en los boxer Supreme
Y no sale del choso sin el Siemens
Pa' la piba que cada foto en su carrusel
Está sacada por un tigre diferente
In love with the fact that I know just who I am
These bitches only do it for the 'gram
Broke bitches only do it when they can
I'm the type to get it poppin' every time
Forty inch butts down extensions and lashes
White toes workin' back still with the backhand
Head holes, glass ass hoes, I ain't have 'em
Fucked up and went broke, how that work? Bitch, that's tragic
Feelin' just like Boosie, I'm the baddest
I can never be a half-not, 'cause I'm heavy
Weazy, I'm out of here, but bitch ain't feelin' it
A bitch birthday pics, ain't fuckin' with my mirror pics
Bitch ain't seein' me, my life half-marathon
Like that boy in real life, so I let 'em double-tap
Real deal for life, or I ain't goin' for none of that
Pussy here like lightning, so I call it ThunderCat
