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I Do What I Want Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil5iveten
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Abdullah Bey




Lil5iveten - I Do What I Want Lyrics
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(Yeah-yeahh, I'm a Rockstar)
(I'm a Rockstar)
(Hmm-mmm)
Aye (Hoo-ooo, ooh-oooh)
Gang-gang-gang (Ooh-ooh-oo)
Finatic (Hoo-ooo, hoo-hoo-ooh)
(Yeah-yeahhh)
Wake up in the mornin', roll a blunt
F*ck the haters, I don't listen to em', I do what I want
Why these niggas dissin' on me? Doin' publicity stunts
Why you callin' on me lil bitch? What the f*ck you want?
F*ckin' with a made nigga, get you wiped in dust
We be in the stu', smokin' fat woods, f*ck a dutch
Plug outside, perfect timing, that's a clutch
I wanna get high again, so i'm finna' roll up (Yeah-yeahhh)
Make a post about me on the gram, i'ma scroll him (Rrahh, rrahh)
Pop his top, soda (Rrahh-bow)
Leave him stretched, yoga (Bow-bow)
Yeah, my teeth Glo Boy, you could call me sosa (Bang-Bang)
Pull up on his block with a uzi, hittin' shoulders (Yeah)
She gon' bounce her head up and down like a YoYo
She bounce on my stick up and down, call it "pogo"
I'm forever solo, always on my dolo
Don't forget: You On Live Once, nigga YOLO
So please tell me, why you beefin' over hoes tho'? (Why?)
All up in my DMs, askin' questions
Bitch, I don't know (Suck my dick)
You just mad cuz' ya bitch be ridin' me like Polo
I'ma pin her ass on the ground, call me "5ivee-0"
(Yeah-yeahhh)
Wake up in the mornin', roll a blunt
F*ck the haters, I don't listen to em', I do what I want
Why these niggas dissin' on me? Doin' publicity stunts
Why you callin' on me lil bitch? What the f*ck you want?
F*ckin' with a made nigga, get you wiped in dust
We be in the stu', smokin' fat woods, f*ck a dutch
Plug outside, perfect timing, that's a clutch
I wanna get high again, so i'm finna' roll up (Yeah-yeahhh)
Make a post about me on the gram, i'ma scroll him (Rrahh, rrahh)
Pop his top, soda (Rrahh-bow)
Leave him stretched, yoga (Bow-bow)
Yeah, my teeth Glo Boy, you could call me sosa (Bang-Bang)
Pull up on his block with a uzi, hittin' shoulders
(Yeah-yeahhh)
(Yeah-yeahhh)
(Yeah-yeahhh)
(Yeah-yeahhh)
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(Yeah-yeahh, I'm a Rockstar)
(I'm a Rockstar)
(Hmm-mmm)
Aye (Hoo-ooo, ooh-oooh)
Gang-gang-gang (Ooh-ooh-oo)
Finatic (Hoo-ooo, hoo-hoo-ooh)
(Yeah-yeahhh)
Wake up in the mornin', roll a blunt
F*ck the haters, I don't listen to em', I do what I want
Why these niggas dissin' on me? Doin' publicity stunts
Why you callin' on me lil bitch? What the f*ck you want?
F*ckin' with a made nigga, get you wiped in dust
We be in the stu', smokin' fat woods, f*ck a dutch
Plug outside, perfect timing, that's a clutch
I wanna get high again, so i'm finna' roll up (Yeah-yeahhh)
Make a post about me on the gram, i'ma scroll him (Rrahh, rrahh)
Pop his top, soda (Rrahh-bow)
Leave him stretched, yoga (Bow-bow)
Yeah, my teeth Glo Boy, you could call me sosa (Bang-Bang)
Pull up on his block with a uzi, hittin' shoulders (Yeah)
She gon' bounce her head up and down like a YoYo
She bounce on my stick up and down, call it "pogo"
I'm forever solo, always on my dolo
Don't forget: You On Live Once, nigga YOLO
So please tell me, why you beefin' over hoes tho'? (Why?)
All up in my DMs, askin' questions
Bitch, I don't know (Suck my dick)
You just mad cuz' ya bitch be ridin' me like Polo
I'ma pin her ass on the ground, call me "5ivee-0"
(Yeah-yeahhh)
Wake up in the mornin', roll a blunt
F*ck the haters, I don't listen to em', I do what I want
Why these niggas dissin' on me? Doin' publicity stunts
Why you callin' on me lil bitch? What the f*ck you want?
F*ckin' with a made nigga, get you wiped in dust
We be in the stu', smokin' fat woods, f*ck a dutch
Plug outside, perfect timing, that's a clutch
I wanna get high again, so i'm finna' roll up (Yeah-yeahhh)
Make a post about me on the gram, i'ma scroll him (Rrahh, rrahh)
Pop his top, soda (Rrahh-bow)
Leave him stretched, yoga (Bow-bow)
Yeah, my teeth Glo Boy, you could call me sosa (Bang-Bang)
Pull up on his block with a uzi, hittin' shoulders
(Yeah-yeahhh)
(Yeah-yeahhh)
(Yeah-yeahhh)
(Yeah-yeahhh)
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Writer: Abdullah Bey
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