What You Do To Me (remix) Lyrics - Dej Loaf

Yeah, baby what you do to me 

Let's take a ride baby 

Let's take a ride baby 

Take a ride with me in my car, don't take it wrong I'm a star 

I want you baby go hard, let's take a ride off to Mars 

Couple hate you baby, I made it 

Everybody left you, I'll take you 

You backed out of relations, and we ain't got a relation baby 

What you do to me, what you do to me, baby 

What you do to me, what you do to me, baby 

What you do to me, what you do to me 

What you do to me, baby what you do to me 

Take a ride off in my car, don't take it wrong I'm a star 

I want you baby go hard, let's take off to Mars 

Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby 

What you do to me, what you do to me, baby 

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Change your life, change your life 

Type of shit that I do 

Make you fall in love 

Type of shit that I do 

You got me screamin' to the top of my lungs 

You make me feel like I'm on top of the world 

Need a nigga like Durk yeah 

We could start a family, OTF yeah 

He be off lean, still work me out 

In that good pussy, good stroke yeah 

All you bitches mad I came thru 

And I locked it down, I hold it down, I got you baby 

That's right, whoa, whoa 

Real rider, coupe rider sider 

Yeah that's my baby, I don't need no other driver 

Don't need cash, I just bought Balenciaga's 

He a savage, I love everything about him like... 

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I don't sip Henny, so it's me, lean, and you 

Like fuck on my niggas, you fuck with a savage 

So I'm gon' crazy, they fuck wit you 

Me, you, no others cool 

Dej Loaf, baby I want you 

Truth or dare so it's true 

Wanna blow that pussy like a flute 

I'm wanna lean on it 

Rap or sing on it 

Put a ring on it, no Beyonce 

We could be like Kim and Kanye 

Except you could be my fiancé 

Balenciaga's, you could have the Jordan's 

My show money, you can't afford it 

Real shit, ain't just recording 

Just made 200 off of tourin' 

These bitches basic, they boring 

Fake girls, I love those fibbers 

She takin' singles, I blew it 

And I can't wife these hoes, and she know it 

She wantin' relations and I'm all for it 

Baby what you do to me