Woah! I'm so lit they call me Mr. Do-The-Most, (Do the most)
You look better when you coming out ya' clothes (Out ya' clothes yeah!)
Freaky hoe give me throat just like goat (Goat)
Uh
Pills on the table, on the floor
I'm feeling nauseous, (Ugh)
Baby be cautious, (Ugh)
You do this often
It's sum' 'bout your throat
Ridding on my cockpit yeah its boxing
Can't hold your Boston I got her on the ropes
I'm blowing smoke like a chimney
I'm in my zone
Time to get it on
I ain't got time to be friendly (yeah)
That is not in me
Uh, yeah, pour up the Remy
Or it's the forty I'm sippin' (fours up)
Uh, gotta keep an eye on my enemies know they envyin' (theys' hating)
Slaying these bitches like Santa Claus
If you run up Jack gon' get frost
Like cavities I'm all in these bitches mouths you would think I'm dental floss
Focus on Rick, touch my ross
You would think I had wings with all this sauce
Told these niggas I'ma be the boss
When it catch my eye like I'm Randy Moss
Uh, huh
Don't question me and my integrity
Got a couple of hoes wanna sex on me
And she want to get the best of the best of me
One black, and one Finland and I think they Indian because they want me to get a Chesapeake
Iced out like I'm covered in amphetamines
But I just bought a chain and a pinky ring
Freaky hoe wanna f*ck 'cuz she feeling me
And we gotta keep drugs in the vicinity
And I'm rolling up all of the greenery
If we f*ck, we gon' f*ck up the scenery
Make her scream for the Holy Ghost
I'm not God but a nigga is close
Drop to her knees and I love that pose
She gon' suck away a nigga soul
Woah! I'm so lit they call me Mr. Do-The-Most, (Do the most)
You look better when you coming out ya' clothes (Out ya' clothes yeah!)
Freaky hoe give me throat just like goat
Uh
Pills on the table, on the floor
I'm feeling nauseas
Baby be cautious
You do this often
It's sum' 'bout your throat
Ridding on my cockpit yeah its boxing
Can't hold your Boston I got her on the ropes
Yeah, yeah
On the ropes
Yeah, yeah
Sum' 'bout your throat
Yeah, yeah
Table on the flo'
Wha' wha'
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Woah! I'm so lit they call me Mr. Do-The-Most, (Do the most)
You look better when you coming out ya' clothes (Out ya' clothes yeah!)
Freaky hoe give me throat just like goat (Goat)
Uh
Pills on the table, on the floor
I'm feeling nauseous, (Ugh)
Baby be cautious, (Ugh)
You do this often
It's sum' 'bout your throat
Ridding on my cockpit yeah its boxing
Can't hold your Boston I got her on the ropes
I'm blowing smoke like a chimney
I'm in my zone
Time to get it on
I ain't got time to be friendly (yeah)
That is not in me
Uh, yeah, pour up the Remy
Or it's the forty I'm sippin' (fours up)
Uh, gotta keep an eye on my enemies know they envyin' (theys' hating)
Slaying these bitches like Santa Claus
If you run up Jack gon' get frost
Like cavities I'm all in these bitches mouths you would think I'm dental floss
Focus on Rick, touch my ross
You would think I had wings with all this sauce
Told these niggas I'ma be the boss
When it catch my eye like I'm Randy Moss
Uh, huh
Don't question me and my integrity
Got a couple of hoes wanna sex on me
And she want to get the best of the best of me
One black, and one Finland and I think they Indian because they want me to get a Chesapeake
Iced out like I'm covered in amphetamines
But I just bought a chain and a pinky ring
Freaky hoe wanna f*ck 'cuz she feeling me
And we gotta keep drugs in the vicinity
And I'm rolling up all of the greenery
If we f*ck, we gon' f*ck up the scenery
Make her scream for the Holy Ghost
I'm not God but a nigga is close
Drop to her knees and I love that pose
She gon' suck away a nigga soul
Woah! I'm so lit they call me Mr. Do-The-Most, (Do the most)
You look better when you coming out ya' clothes (Out ya' clothes yeah!)
Freaky hoe give me throat just like goat
Uh
Pills on the table, on the floor
I'm feeling nauseas
Baby be cautious
You do this often
It's sum' 'bout your throat
Ridding on my cockpit yeah its boxing
Can't hold your Boston I got her on the ropes
Yeah, yeah
On the ropes
Yeah, yeah
Sum' 'bout your throat
Yeah, yeah
Table on the flo'
Wha' wha'
You look better when you coming out ya' clothes (Out ya' clothes yeah!)
Freaky hoe give me throat just like goat (Goat)
Uh
Pills on the table, on the floor
I'm feeling nauseous, (Ugh)
Baby be cautious, (Ugh)
You do this often
It's sum' 'bout your throat
Ridding on my cockpit yeah its boxing
Can't hold your Boston I got her on the ropes
I'm blowing smoke like a chimney
I'm in my zone
Time to get it on
I ain't got time to be friendly (yeah)
That is not in me
Uh, yeah, pour up the Remy
Or it's the forty I'm sippin' (fours up)
Uh, gotta keep an eye on my enemies know they envyin' (theys' hating)
Slaying these bitches like Santa Claus
If you run up Jack gon' get frost
Like cavities I'm all in these bitches mouths you would think I'm dental floss
Focus on Rick, touch my ross
You would think I had wings with all this sauce
Told these niggas I'ma be the boss
When it catch my eye like I'm Randy Moss
Uh, huh
Don't question me and my integrity
Got a couple of hoes wanna sex on me
And she want to get the best of the best of me
One black, and one Finland and I think they Indian because they want me to get a Chesapeake
Iced out like I'm covered in amphetamines
But I just bought a chain and a pinky ring
Freaky hoe wanna f*ck 'cuz she feeling me
And we gotta keep drugs in the vicinity
And I'm rolling up all of the greenery
If we f*ck, we gon' f*ck up the scenery
Make her scream for the Holy Ghost
I'm not God but a nigga is close
Drop to her knees and I love that pose
She gon' suck away a nigga soul
Woah! I'm so lit they call me Mr. Do-The-Most, (Do the most)
You look better when you coming out ya' clothes (Out ya' clothes yeah!)
Freaky hoe give me throat just like goat
Uh
Pills on the table, on the floor
I'm feeling nauseas
Baby be cautious
You do this often
It's sum' 'bout your throat
Ridding on my cockpit yeah its boxing
Can't hold your Boston I got her on the ropes
Yeah, yeah
On the ropes
Yeah, yeah
Sum' 'bout your throat
Yeah, yeah
Table on the flo'
Wha' wha'
Writer: Dwayne Moore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, NOVECORE LICENSING (USA) LLC