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Do What U Wanna Do Video (MV)




Performed By: Bobby Grand
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Bobby James, Jr Pope, Bobby James, Jr. Pope




Bobby Grand - Do What U Wanna Do Lyrics
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Sliding down the highway, banging Cilvia Demo, like it's a new release
RIP to Kevin Miller, you hear me all across the street
Y'all niggas do it for the bitches and blunts
Renting high end cars to get on ig and front
You ain't in back of the bach
You on the back of a bus
Hoping MTA don't catch your ass, cause you ain't got no fast pass
Meanwhile, I'm jumping out the Uber Black
Like who is that, she laced in designer, plus her ass is fat
Quickly I approach like a cop on a pusher
Say baby, you got that dope, must be new to the block
She turned around, look up and down, put a nigga in shock
Listen, I'm not your baby, then she glanced at her watch
We outside the Bill Graham, Zay bout to get on
Still pulling up from three, like what's your favorite song
She told me dress like rappers, shit, I might testify
Then she asked if I smoke, and I lied
She said she wanna ride, ah ah, ah ah
Do what you wanna do
She wanna get high, ah ah, ah ah
Do what you wanna do
She said she wanna go, go, go, go
Roll up her weed and Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
She said she wanna ride, ah ah, ah ah
Do what you wanna do
Finally got her to open up, asked me what do I do
Told her I'm always chasing checks, how about you
She said she went back to school
Trying to get that degree in dermatology
The irony, her smooth ass skin was looking fire
Tryna, hide my desire as she passed me the bud
In the distance, can hear the lyrics, singing stuck in the mud
Ooh, Sza your fave, Que up, Pretty Little Birds
Now we vibing like this nigga Zay, not right on the stage
I, sit back amazed, then I try to do the math
How she got all that ass, and made it fit in that skirt
And how she got so much sauce, that's a dope ass shirt
Everything down to the purse, making it hard not to flirt
Dip up out of that venue, like what you trying to get into
Heard her say something about taking shots, I think not
Baby girl, my night bout to end at Wingstop
But we can split this ten piece, if you slide
Oh, now she wanna ride ah ah, ah ah
Do what you wanna do
She wanna get high, ah ah, ah ah
Do what you wanna do
She said she wanna go, go, go, go
Roll up her weed and Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
She said she wanna ride, ah ah, ah ah
Do what you wanna do
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English

Sliding down the highway, banging Cilvia Demo, like it's a new release
RIP to Kevin Miller, you hear me all across the street
Y'all niggas do it for the bitches and blunts
Renting high end cars to get on ig and front
You ain't in back of the bach
You on the back of a bus
Hoping MTA don't catch your ass, cause you ain't got no fast pass
Meanwhile, I'm jumping out the Uber Black
Like who is that, she laced in designer, plus her ass is fat
Quickly I approach like a cop on a pusher
Say baby, you got that dope, must be new to the block
She turned around, look up and down, put a nigga in shock
Listen, I'm not your baby, then she glanced at her watch
We outside the Bill Graham, Zay bout to get on
Still pulling up from three, like what's your favorite song
She told me dress like rappers, shit, I might testify
Then she asked if I smoke, and I lied
She said she wanna ride, ah ah, ah ah
Do what you wanna do
She wanna get high, ah ah, ah ah
Do what you wanna do
She said she wanna go, go, go, go
Roll up her weed and Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
She said she wanna ride, ah ah, ah ah
Do what you wanna do
Finally got her to open up, asked me what do I do
Told her I'm always chasing checks, how about you
She said she went back to school
Trying to get that degree in dermatology
The irony, her smooth ass skin was looking fire
Tryna, hide my desire as she passed me the bud
In the distance, can hear the lyrics, singing stuck in the mud
Ooh, Sza your fave, Que up, Pretty Little Birds
Now we vibing like this nigga Zay, not right on the stage
I, sit back amazed, then I try to do the math
How she got all that ass, and made it fit in that skirt
And how she got so much sauce, that's a dope ass shirt
Everything down to the purse, making it hard not to flirt
Dip up out of that venue, like what you trying to get into
Heard her say something about taking shots, I think not
Baby girl, my night bout to end at Wingstop
But we can split this ten piece, if you slide
Oh, now she wanna ride ah ah, ah ah
Do what you wanna do
She wanna get high, ah ah, ah ah
Do what you wanna do
She said she wanna go, go, go, go
Roll up her weed and Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
She said she wanna ride, ah ah, ah ah
Do what you wanna do
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Writer: Bobby James, Jr Pope, Bobby James, Jr. Pope
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