Oh Lets Do It Lyrics

Tool in my pants, 40 cal hammer
No skinny jeans for me I wear my shit like MC Hammer
Yeah I got that sack on me, but never on camera
Choppers in the closet, bowls in the hamper
100 round drum or a 50 round banana
And I just had a son so add a 90 box of pampers
No I don't ride with reindeer but I'm flier than Santa
And colder than the North Pole, I'm on top like antlers
Money's on my agenda I don't have to check my planner
Rats working with pigs trying to put me in the slammer
Heavyweight, I just grab them pounds and body slam them
I meet my plug in person so there's no misunderstanding
Dammit I'm so fly that's the fifth time I missed my landing
And they aint let me in the game, I kicked the door down and I ran in
Fucked the game so good I fucked around and pulled my hamstring
Ballin' wit my brothers call me Peyton or Eli Manning
Yeah I want your bitch, although she don't mean a damn thing
Yeah I'm pipin' hot in this bitch you better fan me
Sittin' fat family, betcha can't stand me
But I get more head than Neutrogena and Pantene
Eastside General, active and commanding
Championship team, punk bitch, check the standings
Met her in the club, she's not wearing any panties
Fucked her in the lot soon as shorty finished dancing
Yeahhh… hoe let's do it
I'm so out of "Orbit" but don't bite me when you chew it
I guess I'm just a craftman, she just wanna use me
I just wanna nail her, she just wanna screw me
And I'm ice cold once again shorty blew meDon Trip - Oh Lets Do It - http://motolyrics.com/don-trip/oh-lets-do-it-lyrics.html
Straight from the A, gimme brain till she stupid
I might blow my money quick, but I sure never lose it
Play around with my set and I will spray you like renuzit
Yeahhh… bitch I did it
More head than a fitted, more bread than a biscuit
I sound like Kermit the Frog, but my bitch ain't Ms. Piggy
And I'm 'bout my hog but I ain't fuckin' with no piglet
New niggas is food, to my dudes you just riblets
And I keep running circles around you bitches till I'm dizzy
If I don't catch your call or read your message that you sent me
I'm not acting funny, I'm just a little busy
Shoutout to my nigga Turk, young and thuggin' doin digits
These fuck niggas got big gums the way they snitchin'
Read my affidavit, about to turn it to a hit list
God as my witness, I won't leave a witness
Niggas ain't real, they cartoon, Walt Disney
And them boys rattin' like Mini, and Mickey
Mouse, no mice I got a sanitized kitchen
Reelin' in paper I'm about to go fishin'
Yeahhh… Bitch I does it
And I don't got no friends I just got blood brothers and cousins
Again, young and thuggin, I'm hot go check the oven
And if he not real no more, well that means he never was then
Waka Flocka flipinfum nuh uh uh uh, fuck, damn
I don't know how you supposed to say his name, but what up to him
Naw, I'm not dissin' him, don't start with that nonsense
You don't know me, eastside G, till I D.I.E, Don Trip

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