Do What I Wanna

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[Intro] (You're not making this easy, Kyle) [Verse: Sweet T] I'll turn a wimp to a hitter, you can call me Cuss Met up with Bando at Hutch and revamped the buffs Every time I see some cheese, I get a little rush I'm not stoppin' 'til I see a hundred million-plus Always hoopty or better, I never rode the bus Hoppin' in the whip to dip, I got a play at the Russ All my girls real quiet, I don't put up with fuss He bought a Glock and wrote some rhymes, now he thinks he's one of us I'm glad that shit's dead, I get paid just for talkin' I used to have to wake my bitch ass up and clock in If you ain't pape' ready, better keep your ass walkin' Danny just callеd me up, I'm 'bout to hit the stu' and lock in I'm the hardеst around like David Goggins Dropped ten pounds today, but I ain't do no joggin' If you ain't got no money, you need to use your noggin Hit my man **** B, he'll get you right with the login Writin' all these lyrics, I could've been an author Or some kinda poet, like Shakespeare and Chaucer Lando hit me with the offer, now I'm fillin' up my coffers Hit the Lab with the beater, flew off in a saucer Bad bitch in the coupe like I'm Sam Witwicky Everywhere I go, just know I'm with blicky Most of the time, I'm relaxed, but I can be a bit tricky With my credit, hoes, and clothes, I'm real nit-picky I like big-body whips and cribs that are lofty If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, you lost me Skin white like milk, but the buffs chocolate Frosty My name is Sweet T, but I've never been a softy You lames don't get no coochie, y'all are incels Scared of bein' in cells, so you give the feds intel If you're scared of fallin' off, you been fell I'm not worried about shit, check the stats, I been well I ain't stoppin' 'til I get a check with two commas My man got into that jam and hired Joumana I'm swimmin' with the sharks, but this ain't the Bahamas How you callin' me a bitch and you ain't pass the piranhas? You don't give head? I eat my girl's coochie like lasagna Don't leave me with your boo, I'll get her hotter than a sauna Ridin' through Delray with my stuffer Lana I did what I had to, now I do what I wanna
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