I Do It Lyrics - B.o.a.t.s. 2# Metime - 2 Chainz

Thank God for the first nigga started trapping 

Thank God for the first nigga started rapping 

Thank God for the first girl to start stripping 

And I'mma have to keep it muhfucking real with 'em 

I got a problem with these niggas 

I got a problem with these bitches 

Trigger finger keep itchin' 

I pull it, I do it 

Hang up on a bitch, call it crucified 

Time to go to work, no suit and tie 

Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' at the telly 

My nigga did a dime and he back already 

Got that sack already, man we got them racks already 

As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already 

I tried to get a tan, but I'm black already 

Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already 

Three niggas 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 I take a 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 doing, nigga, fuck y'all 

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Thank God for the first nigga started trapping 

Thank God for the first nigga started rapping 

Thank God for the first girl to start stripping 

And I'mma have to keep it muhfucking real with 'em 

I got a problem with these niggas 

I got a problem with these bitches 

Trigger finger keep itchin' 

I pull it, I do it 

Drank in my cup, 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 s that I kill 

I have no imagination, everything I do for real 

Bitch I'm camouflage down put your camera phone down 

If she got an ass and the girl a fan, it's going down 

I'mma fuck you like I've been waiting 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 will 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 

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Tell 'em come to the crib and do them 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 working 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 doing, nigga fuck y'all 

Thank God for the first nigga started trapping 

Thank God for the first nigga started rapping 

Thank God for the first girl to start stripping 

And I'mma have to keep it muhfucking real with 'em 

I got a problem with these niggas 

I got a problem with these bitches 

Trigger finger keep itchin' 

I pull it, I 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 the snot nose, man all these hoes is my hoes 

If she bougie fuck her once then leave her hanging, dry clothes 

I just built a cemetery, niggas dying to get in 

Niggas lying, they pretend 

Don't cross that line its paper thin 

High as a star, make a wish 

I'm a shark, I ate the fish 

I got no heart, I hate that bitch 

You hate that bitch, well I hate that bitch 

Will jump a nigga like a chessboard 

Do a drive by while you're riding on your skateboard 

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 weave killer known to snatch the fucking track out 

Put me in the 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 doing, nigga, fuck y'all 

Y'all ready? 1, 2, 3 

Right now it's me time 

A little time for myself, 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 

No, no cause I feel it's just matter of time 

Till you people make me lose my mind 

I'm 'bout to leave this world behind 

Right now it's me time 

You need to go kick rocks now 

Me time