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Shawty Lo

Do It

 

Do It

(album: R.I.C.O. - 2017)


I do it for the (streets)
Do it for the (my hood)
Do it for the (my mama)
Do it for the (my dad)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do it for the (grandma)
Do it for the (my kids)
Do it for the (you)
Do it for the (for my fans)
Yeah, aye, yeah

Ten years, ten reasons
Wanna hear the rest? served one year in prison
I couldn't sleep
I was steady fighting my demons
I gotta thank God that the kid still breathing, yeah
The eight [?], I call it home
Streets behind me, I don't stand alone
Free big danny but my nigga touched grown
Fast [?] my nigga [?] I'm from going home
Thought it wasn't no competition
But my show, they wanna sign petitions
Yeah, they wanna see Shawty broke
Why? 'cause I really sold dope

I do it for the (streets)
Do it for the (my hood)
Do it for the (my mama)
Do it for the (my dad)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do it for the (grandma)
Do it for the (my kids)
Do it for the (you)
Do it for the (for my fans)
Yeah, aye, yeah

Shawty, but they call me Shawty Lo
Bankhead king, you can ask JoJo
I do it, I'm a bad motherfucker
Three stack eleven, I can make it at the buzzer
I ain't have shit, my life was rough
Barely had food, no toys for us
Line at PlayWorld, no Toys R Us
I'm talking Bankhead coke nigga, to the bluff
I'd rather lose a loved one than love a loser
Young hoes only, I don't fuck with cougars
Yadda yadda yadda, it's all he say
You can hate me, I like cash any way

I do it for the (streets)
Do it for the (my hood)
Do it for the (my mama)
Do it for the (my dad)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do it for the (grandma)
Do it for the (my kids)
Do it for the (you)
Do it for the (for my fans)
Yeah, aye, yeah

done

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