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What You Doin'

By: NoTiQ

Duration

3:37

Genres

Urban

Lyrics

Aye girl what you doin there with all that Poking from the back It’s curving through my plasma TV, 3D Hold up, relax You hear me on this CD Look like graffiti with all these tats They need it, I feed em wax And they sculpt it just like my dick And I’m hopeless Got this vendetta, Vagina causes my grammar To reach or drop to a level That rivals Jesus competitors Without a woman to settle with Sediments rise Evidence, dresses disguise devils Exposing they thighs Revel in strokin scrotums Dismantle it hocus-pocus Then pop up like Facebook chats And I bloop til the night is over Then loop the beat til like Hova I prey my baby get me And I wish she know she had me Cuz good lawd have mercy These hoes tempt me Chorus: (Aye what you doin girl, with all that) She aint have to screw nothin Move nothin We blew somethin To just sit back and do nothing Verse II: In the, middle of my soul I compose pain My thoughts were the clearest, Spirits lifted then hoes came Prose framed Gifted with scriptures so those solos sang Like a 19 year old Tyrese Gibson Til my throat showed veins Sweet lady, sweet lady, sweet lady (Harmonies) Woman You never believed it You never condoned it You never conceived it And as far as I can perceived, You never belonged in Never stayed long, Let him creep in Had me teetering off in the deep end Swim along with the freaks and This is liquid dreamin… Flagrant And I gotta do just what I gotta And if I lose my pride Guess what Sally swallowed holla Chorus: (Aye what you doin girl, with all that) She aint have to screw nothin Move nothin We blew somethin To just sit back and do nothing Verse III: Sober mind drunken hearted Depression started Looking for a nice compartment Wit an apartment to put my parts it Valet, i aint even tryna park Just pull up, pull out, then off again Gassed up that I crash Thirsting for love Now I’m parched within She bound to bend and I’m down to sin Areola pop out that blouse I’m real ratchet, no box spring Just a mattress to work you out She get turned on when my tunes up Woman thou art loosed In them new pumps I bruise some but dont break hearts Partake as I’m taken apart One Ken doll with no purpose Kem album I purchased man whore will soon surface Float a top cuz im drowned in hurt, No worries Blurry so hurry hurry Run to the alter I know you ain’t a hoe But hoe remember what I taught you

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