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Do Something Lyrics - Singles - Total

Boy I owe you none, you a phoney son 

You ain't the only one, you a lonely one 

What I ain't trying to do is lie to you 

Go find a clue, no time for you 

 

Won't beep you or see you, don't need you 

I can creep too, how I learned, peeped you 

No more what we do, we ain't people 

Don't wanna cheat you but catch you when I see you 

 

The way he kissed my lips 

He got me wettin' my pants 

He made my whole body start to do something 

Was this the sign of a true romance 

 

He began to dig me out, he began to give me his all 

And he began to go downtown and do something 

That's when his girlfriend called 

And she was mad as a bitch and she said 

 

I know my man is there you'd better put him on the phone 

'Cause I'm up in your front yard and I'm very pissed off 

Now you best to send him out and tell him that I'm upset 

Put my man on the phone, or this you will regret 

 

The way he touched my back, my back 

Felt like I had a heart attack 

The way he walked and licked his lips, it did something 

Yeah, and I was horny like that 

 

He liked to lick my face, so I had to give him lots of space 

Just when he began to give it his all 

That's when his girlfriend called 

And she was mad as a bitch and she said 

 

I know my man is there you'd better put him on the phone 

'Cause I'm up in your front yard and I'm very pissed off 

Now you best to send him out and tell him that I'm upset 

Put my man on the phone, or this you will regret 

 

Yo listen boo, you worry, so your bills get paid 

While every day I'm makin' sure this mil get made 

The car you flipped ain't even paid for 

Me, I got the title so I can keep eatin' 

 

Or coppin' leather, and for hatin' you gon' stay poor 

Ain't sure, suspect chicks, we stay with way more 

Can't test this, keep my name off your guest list 

We gettin' bent like the L in Lexus 

 

I had it, too many lies 

Now you begging just to be mine 

I caught you, times before 

Now you sorry, what you do it for 

 

I know my man is there you'd better put him on the phone 

'Cause I'm up in your front yard and I'm very pissed off 

Now you best to send him out and tell him that I'm upset 

Put my man on the phone, or this you will regret 

 

I know my man is there you'd better put him on the phone 

'Cause I'm up in your front yard and I'm very pissed off 

Let me tell you now you best to send him out and tell him that I'm upset 

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Copyright: Emi Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Bmg Rights Management Us, Llc, Mass Confusion

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