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Slim Flexington - Do Ya Thing Lyrics



Slim Flexington - Do Ya Thing Lyrics




Oooo child things are gone get easier
Oooo we gone get higher
Oooo child don't let any of these niggas hate Oooo tell em f*ck em we ball

Do ya thing do ya motherf*cking thing
Nobody was out with umbrellas when you was in the rain
Nobody was there to talk you when you was feeling pain
So now I gotta shit on motherf*cking everybody mane
You can't do the same
Niggas mocking plays like we watching replays
She told me that I lost her cause I keep replying late
I f*ck her good again make sure she don't forget my name
Tat it on you baby, get this pack sent to your place
And I stayed down for a minute, I need a win
Dough stacking to the ceiling
It's kinda clear what's really my vision
Reminiscing on all the money we touched and f*cked it off
Realtionships broke off, but I gained in every lost
From 7 grams to a oz, 16 to a house
I was mad as hell when 12 was bustin in and taking out
Toilet bowl filled up
But you can't flush me though
You niggas ain't never sold dope
So what you fronting for
They making habits out of niggas pulling junkie stunts
These hoes trifling but you notice I say hoes
Why you mad cuz I asked you one question
Girl you trippin, don't need to introduce you to my old approach
I ain't gone play with no bitch
And I ain't gone play my bout my bitch
If she feel the need to try me
You can right die with that bitch
And if a nigga side eye me
His peripheral might get fixed
It ain't cocky it's confidence
I know I been the shit
I'm really too legit

Oooo child things are gone get easier
Oooo we gone get higher
Oooo child don't let any of these niggas hate
Oooo tell em f*ck em we ball

I done came in with a brand new bag
I don't gotta shop cause these hoes pop tags
A nigga pimped his pen now I'm tryna get you
To understand where I'm coming from and really what I do
I always show love but lately it's f*ck em
Duck em
I ain't got no rap for no nigga
I'm tired of all the stressing mane this bitch can get gone
Soon as nigga pop she gone swear that she on
Top with a real one, I ain't tryna deal some
These niggas wanna soulja hate but I ain't even did nothing
I ain't even did nothing
Niggas wanna soulja hate when I ain't even kill nothing
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English

Oooo child things are gone get easier
Oooo we gone get higher
Oooo child don't let any of these niggas hate Oooo tell em f*ck em we ball

Do ya thing do ya motherf*cking thing
Nobody was out with umbrellas when you was in the rain
Nobody was there to talk you when you was feeling pain
So now I gotta shit on motherf*cking everybody mane
You can't do the same
Niggas mocking plays like we watching replays
She told me that I lost her cause I keep replying late
I f*ck her good again make sure she don't forget my name
Tat it on you baby, get this pack sent to your place
And I stayed down for a minute, I need a win
Dough stacking to the ceiling
It's kinda clear what's really my vision
Reminiscing on all the money we touched and f*cked it off
Realtionships broke off, but I gained in every lost
From 7 grams to a oz, 16 to a house
I was mad as hell when 12 was bustin in and taking out
Toilet bowl filled up
But you can't flush me though
You niggas ain't never sold dope
So what you fronting for
They making habits out of niggas pulling junkie stunts
These hoes trifling but you notice I say hoes
Why you mad cuz I asked you one question
Girl you trippin, don't need to introduce you to my old approach
I ain't gone play with no bitch
And I ain't gone play my bout my bitch
If she feel the need to try me
You can right die with that bitch
And if a nigga side eye me
His peripheral might get fixed
It ain't cocky it's confidence
I know I been the shit
I'm really too legit

Oooo child things are gone get easier
Oooo we gone get higher
Oooo child don't let any of these niggas hate
Oooo tell em f*ck em we ball

I done came in with a brand new bag
I don't gotta shop cause these hoes pop tags
A nigga pimped his pen now I'm tryna get you
To understand where I'm coming from and really what I do
I always show love but lately it's f*ck em
Duck em
I ain't got no rap for no nigga
I'm tired of all the stressing mane this bitch can get gone
Soon as nigga pop she gone swear that she on
Top with a real one, I ain't tryna deal some
These niggas wanna soulja hate but I ain't even did nothing
I ain't even did nothing
Niggas wanna soulja hate when I ain't even kill nothing
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Writer: Tyler Bailey
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Performed By: Slim Flexington
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Tyler Bailey
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