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Imma Do It by Fabolousالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Imma Do It by Fabolous

     

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[Chorus]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
Drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

[Verse 1]
Yeaah, feeling just like JFK
In the city that little fly like JFK
Sometimes La Guardia, I ain't gonna lie to ya
If looks can kill then my style might bother ya

That's why I'm with Nadia, I call my gun Nadia
When she say hi to ya, Ba-ba-bye to ya
Make it sound like saudia
Arabia, maybe ya haters ya
Watch what he say to her, Ya think
I can hold my head high or die or I can live and duck
My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuck

[Chorus]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
Drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

[Verse 2]
Yaa
Who are you to tell me how to conduct myself
Why don't you practice safe sex and go fuck yourself
The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a suckers health
I coulda told you that, Ya I coulda told you that
Picture me, now I'm fly, Where is them exposures at
Right here, on my lap that's where my composure's at
I'm back like a gun cocked I'm so cool, that
If go to hell, all I'll need is my sunblock
Nigga hold your head high and die, or live and duck
My attitude it celibate, I don't give a fuck

[Chorus]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
Drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

[Verse 3]
I mean lets be honest
Ya never liked a nigga
Trying to lesbian this
So I kept the strap on
Clap off clap on, lights out like flights out
You could be departed
Never me who started
I Lambo gallard it
I am vehically challenged
That means the car is retarded
But regardless, I'm tin man, heartless
No love hate son, looking for love get a show on VH1

Nigga hold your head high and die, or live and duck
My attitude is virgin, still don't give a fuck

[Chorus]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
Drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

Writer : JACKSON, JOHN / RAHMAN, KHALIL ABDUL / TANNENBAUM, D / HONEYCUTT, B
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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