Yeah, uhh
I wanna do what i want tonight
Riding around with my gun
This ain't what you want
You know we ain't come to fight
It's getting cold back home
Just hit my phone and I book you a flight
I know the shit wrong but you looking too right
Baby come over here have the time of ya life
Uhh uhh
Oops I done did it again
I done bagged me a 10
And then f*cked on her friend
Tryna blick us a telly I'm looking for bins
The way that I live gotta pray & repent
What we throw in the club it ain't making a dent
Man them opp niggas dubs
They ain't making a cent
Man I'm looking for caps
I ain't looking for friends
I ain't looking for love
I'm faded as f*ck
Bitch I'm looking for drugs
Bro in the back with a book in the club
And my diamonds is dancing
Doing too much
F*ck me good and you bad
You can do what you want
Run the score on the opps we put two in a blunt
Hit the road with them bags
It's like two in the trunk
I pull up in a coupe & put you in the front
Pull up in a coupe
You know that I'm him
Mix Chrome wit Ricky you know I come trim
Double my cup fill it up to the rim
Dior my boot not no regular timb
Don't run up on me
Not one of them
Up this 10milli it's breaking ya limb
F*cking these bitches you taking on dates
You sending her flowers
Lil boy you a simp
I wanna do what I want tonight, yeah
I wanna f*ck who I want tonight, yeah
If I call you right now you gonn come tonight, yeah
Got the drac in the car niggas lunch tonight, yeah
I wanna do what i want tonight
Riding around with my gun
This ain't what you want
You know we ain't come to fight
It's getting cold back home
Just hit my phone and I book you a flight
I know the shit wrong but you looking too right
Baby come over here have the time of ya life
Uhh uhh
Oops I done did it again
I done bagged me a 10
And then f*cked on her friend
Tryna blick us a telly I'm looking for bins
The way that I live gotta pray & repent
What we throw in the club it ain't making a dent
Man them opp niggas dubs
They ain't making a cent
Man I'm looking for caps
I ain't looking for friends
Unlvcky Nas - DO WHAT I WANT Lyrics
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Yeah, uhh
I wanna do what i want tonight
Riding around with my gun
This ain't what you want
You know we ain't come to fight
It's getting cold back home
Just hit my phone and I book you a flight
I know the shit wrong but you looking too right
Baby come over here have the time of ya life
Uhh uhh
Oops I done did it again
I done bagged me a 10
And then f*cked on her friend
Tryna blick us a telly I'm looking for bins
The way that I live gotta pray & repent
What we throw in the club it ain't making a dent
Man them opp niggas dubs
They ain't making a cent
Man I'm looking for caps
I ain't looking for friends
I ain't looking for love
I'm faded as f*ck
Bitch I'm looking for drugs
Bro in the back with a book in the club
And my diamonds is dancing
Doing too much
F*ck me good and you bad
You can do what you want
Run the score on the opps we put two in a blunt
Hit the road with them bags
It's like two in the trunk
I pull up in a coupe & put you in the front
Pull up in a coupe
You know that I'm him
Mix Chrome wit Ricky you know I come trim
Double my cup fill it up to the rim
Dior my boot not no regular timb
Don't run up on me
Not one of them
Up this 10milli it's breaking ya limb
F*cking these bitches you taking on dates
You sending her flowers
Lil boy you a simp
I wanna do what I want tonight, yeah
I wanna f*ck who I want tonight, yeah
If I call you right now you gonn come tonight, yeah
Got the drac in the car niggas lunch tonight, yeah
I wanna do what i want tonight
Riding around with my gun
This ain't what you want
You know we ain't come to fight
It's getting cold back home
Just hit my phone and I book you a flight
I know the shit wrong but you looking too right
Baby come over here have the time of ya life
Uhh uhh
Oops I done did it again
I done bagged me a 10
And then f*cked on her friend
Tryna blick us a telly I'm looking for bins
The way that I live gotta pray & repent
What we throw in the club it ain't making a dent
Man them opp niggas dubs
They ain't making a cent
Man I'm looking for caps
I ain't looking for friends
I wanna do what i want tonight
Riding around with my gun
This ain't what you want
You know we ain't come to fight
It's getting cold back home
Just hit my phone and I book you a flight
I know the shit wrong but you looking too right
Baby come over here have the time of ya life
Uhh uhh
Oops I done did it again
I done bagged me a 10
And then f*cked on her friend
Tryna blick us a telly I'm looking for bins
The way that I live gotta pray & repent
What we throw in the club it ain't making a dent
Man them opp niggas dubs
They ain't making a cent
Man I'm looking for caps
I ain't looking for friends
I ain't looking for love
I'm faded as f*ck
Bitch I'm looking for drugs
Bro in the back with a book in the club
And my diamonds is dancing
Doing too much
F*ck me good and you bad
You can do what you want
Run the score on the opps we put two in a blunt
Hit the road with them bags
It's like two in the trunk
I pull up in a coupe & put you in the front
Pull up in a coupe
You know that I'm him
Mix Chrome wit Ricky you know I come trim
Double my cup fill it up to the rim
Dior my boot not no regular timb
Don't run up on me
Not one of them
Up this 10milli it's breaking ya limb
F*cking these bitches you taking on dates
You sending her flowers
Lil boy you a simp
I wanna do what I want tonight, yeah
I wanna f*ck who I want tonight, yeah
If I call you right now you gonn come tonight, yeah
Got the drac in the car niggas lunch tonight, yeah
I wanna do what i want tonight
Riding around with my gun
This ain't what you want
You know we ain't come to fight
It's getting cold back home
Just hit my phone and I book you a flight
I know the shit wrong but you looking too right
Baby come over here have the time of ya life
Uhh uhh
Oops I done did it again
I done bagged me a 10
And then f*cked on her friend
Tryna blick us a telly I'm looking for bins
The way that I live gotta pray & repent
What we throw in the club it ain't making a dent
Man them opp niggas dubs
They ain't making a cent
Man I'm looking for caps
I ain't looking for friends
Writer: Nassir Eggleston
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