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lirik lagu this is what i do – outis

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[verse 1]
whew, i love this beat but imma k!ll this sh-t
money stay long, mind sharp, stay diligent
key to me and my game can’t be ignorant
the icarus of rhythm, temperature ain’t temperate
wanna spit fire? lemme get your -ss a template
t-tties -ss, kitty cat, come here let me tickle it
i make it downpour, they poor stay drizzling
i’m hot–sizzling
she wanna ride in whatever i be sittin in
tell me what your wishes is
i’m just tryin to get it in
come over and work it out, physically fit
and it’s crazy how you got me acting crazy
baby make me wanna make some babies
lately all i want is to be late
leave the house after we should, because i can’t leave you
with all that hair down and that -ss up
tearing up the sheets, wearing out the mattress
i’mma go and make this money, get it racked up
then come back just so i can watch you back up
i was down for a minute, now i’m back up
right away these motherf-ckers need to back up
matter fact, i hope they know they need a back-up plan
cause i’m a virus, verbal pirate
murder i will serve to verses worse than mine
i’m first in line to reverse curses
perverse person, coercing diverse nurses
so i can submerge
while her and hers surfing, i stay swerving
swagging and smirking, the mac steady merkin
i’m packing the purple
attacking the circles who lack what i have
and enacting a curfew

[chorus]
this is what i do
i live it like i speak it, every second, minute, hour, week, it’s true
this is what i do
it couldn’t be no other way, so when a motherf-cker asks me, i say oooo (x2)

[interlude]
this sh-t is crazy right now
we’re gonna talk about all kinds of sh-t on this mixtape, dawg
we’re gonna talk about politics
talk about b-tches, women–and there is a difference
f-cking race relations
like, what you wanna talk about, dawg, we’re gonna talk about it
shy king aka outis in this motherf-cker
ya’ll ain’t ready for it
f-ck with it

[verse 2]
crooked nose and a big d-ck
red eyes and a silver whip
metaphors straight, i spit sick
dogs try to bite flows, and they get l1cked
better dip quick
once i sip this, i’ll get loose and light it up, on some bic sh-t
fast money homie, that’s bisquick
took a break, came back and i ain’t missed sh-t
pump fake, fade back and i ain’t missed sh-t
poundcake and maybachs on my wishlist
ain’t gonna make a fake track that won’t get hits
i’m gon’ make mine, steal yours, take his
these real wh0r-s with the fake t-ts
tag along focused on my bank statement
i’m above that like attic to the bas-m-nt
ugh, must’ve hit the mute b-tton cause they ain’t saying sh-t

[chorus]

[verse 3]
i’ll never tell you i’m a goon or a goblin
don’t talk sh-t and i don’t start problems
might not rap about my team steady mobbing
and yeah i never flex my nuts cause i know i got em
they call him, the god mc
i’m so hood yeah that’s the rob-in me
your girl bobbing
she saw your number pop up
and went to play hide and seek in my new sheets
i’ve gotta be the best cause my mama says she’s proud of me
never wear designer, no prada, see?
cause i always stay low profile, discreet
i am the best, yes, a prodigy
watch her shake her -ss, f-ck ch0r-ography
now that minus jeans, i’ve gotta see
so i slide over to her like, “hi, it’s me”

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