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DO IT Video (MV)




Performed By: Joexxvincy & Remy Lebeau
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Aston Kisuka, Joelle Mopiti




Joexxvincy & Remy Lebeau - DO IT Lyrics
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Oh, oh, oh
(Momma, momma, momma, momma)
Momma told me go to work, she said go get a job (Huh)
Sixteen year old livin', I never worked I always robbed (Oh-yah)
Gettin' money, livin' large (Yeah)
That's the dream, we in charge (Uh-huh)
Any jigga pointin' at my clique, Imma shoot him like Gerrard (Oh)
B-Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Uh-huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (A-what!)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Oh-no)
Ridin' round with your bih (Oh)
Backwood on my lips (Oh)
Runnin' straight to the money (Hah!)
Sicko Dublin, yeah we lit! (Huh)
B-Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Uh-huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (A-what!)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Let's go)
Ridin' round with your bih (Oh)
Backwood on my lips (Oh)
Runnin' straight to the money (Yessir)
Sicko Dublin, yeah we lit!
It's Remy, Lebeau (Huh)
Got Caution, want more (Let's go)
I'm switchin' my flow
Got some women and some hoes (I-I-)
I'm wearin' the tech (Tech)
Most wanted the vest (Vest)
LA-VIE my set (Set)
They worried I'm next (Yeah-yeah)
Go for the bag yeah I'm eatin'
2-4 Bop gun lean (Yeah-yeah)
LeBeau international
You know what I mean (Yeah-yeah)
LeBeau Airways
Yeah, I got girls in Beijing (Yeah-yeah)
Money come too soon
Too many fake shall come between (Yeah-yeah)
Wanna keep my momma good while I just sell out shows
So many people gon' try speak on me on some shit they know
Poppa told me get that Goyard bag and fill it with that dough
Keep that hunger my nigga, go make that money and some more
(Yeeeeeeeeeeeeah!)
B-Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Uh-huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (A-what!)
B-Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Let's go)
Ridin' round with your bih (Oh)
Backwood on my lips (Oh)
Runnin' straight to the money (Yessir)
Sicko Dublin, yeah we lit! (Huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Uh-huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (A-what!)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Let's go)
Ridin' round with your bih (Oh)
Backwood on my lips (Oh)
Runnin straight to the money (Yessir)
Sicko Dublin, yeah we lit! (Huh)
Yeah, run it up, yeah
LVG
You know the vibes
(24 in this bitch!)
(Yeeee-sir, BITCH!)
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English

Oh, oh, oh
(Momma, momma, momma, momma)
Momma told me go to work, she said go get a job (Huh)
Sixteen year old livin', I never worked I always robbed (Oh-yah)
Gettin' money, livin' large (Yeah)
That's the dream, we in charge (Uh-huh)
Any jigga pointin' at my clique, Imma shoot him like Gerrard (Oh)
B-Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Uh-huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (A-what!)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Oh-no)
Ridin' round with your bih (Oh)
Backwood on my lips (Oh)
Runnin' straight to the money (Hah!)
Sicko Dublin, yeah we lit! (Huh)
B-Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Uh-huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (A-what!)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Let's go)
Ridin' round with your bih (Oh)
Backwood on my lips (Oh)
Runnin' straight to the money (Yessir)
Sicko Dublin, yeah we lit!
It's Remy, Lebeau (Huh)
Got Caution, want more (Let's go)
I'm switchin' my flow
Got some women and some hoes (I-I-)
I'm wearin' the tech (Tech)
Most wanted the vest (Vest)
LA-VIE my set (Set)
They worried I'm next (Yeah-yeah)
Go for the bag yeah I'm eatin'
2-4 Bop gun lean (Yeah-yeah)
LeBeau international
You know what I mean (Yeah-yeah)
LeBeau Airways
Yeah, I got girls in Beijing (Yeah-yeah)
Money come too soon
Too many fake shall come between (Yeah-yeah)
Wanna keep my momma good while I just sell out shows
So many people gon' try speak on me on some shit they know
Poppa told me get that Goyard bag and fill it with that dough
Keep that hunger my nigga, go make that money and some more
(Yeeeeeeeeeeeeah!)
B-Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Uh-huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (A-what!)
B-Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Let's go)
Ridin' round with your bih (Oh)
Backwood on my lips (Oh)
Runnin' straight to the money (Yessir)
Sicko Dublin, yeah we lit! (Huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Uh-huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (A-what!)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Huh)
Bun it, less talkin' let's do it! (Let's go)
Ridin' round with your bih (Oh)
Backwood on my lips (Oh)
Runnin straight to the money (Yessir)
Sicko Dublin, yeah we lit! (Huh)
Yeah, run it up, yeah
LVG
You know the vibes
(24 in this bitch!)
(Yeeee-sir, BITCH!)
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Writer: Aston Kisuka, Joelle Mopiti
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