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NoTed FreesTyle (U Do You) Video (MV)




Performed By: Official T-Rob
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Tommy Robinson




Official T-Rob - NoTed FreesTyle (U Do You) Lyrics
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You do you and I'll do me
Ima get big mad like
Ah, Ha ha
(Hey T!)
Got me on my note shit, freestyling with it (With it)
Niggas know I'm spitting this shit just like it's written
But it's not, it's all up in the mental,
Cuz I'm thinking of what I'm saying
But actually I'm spraying Ak's, lyrical
Ou, you know my words finna kill em
Because they got em dancing
Niggas know I'm doing shit,
You asking me for answers, but I don't got em,
Ya bitch looking at my pants and calling me handsome
You know what that means?
I'm putting dick in her hand and she jacking it (Ha)
You know what's funny, got me with laughter?
You know I ripped that bitch, and then you kissing her after
Like wow, that's kinda foul nigga
Ball plays in her mouth
(Swish)
You know I'm dunking like swish, then I'm out
(Huh?)
All confused and shit
Who knew you stressing, taking L's when you lose a bitch,
But not me, heh
You know Ima get this bread regardless
You do you and I'll do me, shit that's how it started
You know, I think Ima wriTe sum for the second verse,
Cuz I be feeling naked as hell freesTyling, like
But when I wing iT swear I feel like The flyesT
Speaking of naked where my underwear?
Yo bitch tryda hide iT!
Remember Times when I was sneaking biTches in Through The side
And we goT To wildin, SilenT
(What's going on?)
So she hid in my closeT (Oh shit)
As soon as mama smoked her cigarette, she ran ouT The house in Tommy pajamas
AcTually I'm capping like a hyper whore
ShawTy couldn'T find her jeans,
I Think her shiT was Michael Kors (Ouuuu)
She never seen my ass so hype before
Prolly cuz her booTy looking mean up in my Nike shorTs
(FreesTyle?)
I got that pussy feeling special
Shawty all up on my body, but I'm not a vessel
You know I'm all up in her head, not talking bout mental
If you can't get this dick up, then I tell her she simple, uh (loser)
Exploring like safari, Then I hadda play her like Atari,
Told the bitch I'm sorry (My apology)
Gassed her up and told her she a doll,
But she not a Barbie
Watch your nails, you know they feel like claws when you scratching on me (Ouch)
You know I'm getting funky with the bass
Told that ass I'm doing shit, but you already know bitch!
Gagging, she do it while I'm humping on her face
She want big, so my dick hit the back of her throat quick!
Ah, that's nasty man, that's nasty, that's nasty (That's kinda nasty)
I'm nasTy! (Explict)
You know, it is what it is, You do you, Ima do me
Man shout out to my ma f*cking nigga
T-Rob man, knew this nigga for like?
Since like 2016, going on four years man, like
Like keep this shit goddamn going
One of the realest niggas I know
Ma f*cking brother since 2016, never forget man!
F*cking like summer time
I remember we used record on the ma f*cking lapTop
And the "Snowball" mic, you know?
My brother done came a long way, man that's true motivation nigga
Keep ya fooT on these niggas necks man
Don't be in competition with them, Be in compeTiTion wiTh yourself
No doubT, more love!
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English

You do you and I'll do me
Ima get big mad like
Ah, Ha ha
(Hey T!)
Got me on my note shit, freestyling with it (With it)
Niggas know I'm spitting this shit just like it's written
But it's not, it's all up in the mental,
Cuz I'm thinking of what I'm saying
But actually I'm spraying Ak's, lyrical
Ou, you know my words finna kill em
Because they got em dancing
Niggas know I'm doing shit,
You asking me for answers, but I don't got em,
Ya bitch looking at my pants and calling me handsome
You know what that means?
I'm putting dick in her hand and she jacking it (Ha)
You know what's funny, got me with laughter?
You know I ripped that bitch, and then you kissing her after
Like wow, that's kinda foul nigga
Ball plays in her mouth
(Swish)
You know I'm dunking like swish, then I'm out
(Huh?)
All confused and shit
Who knew you stressing, taking L's when you lose a bitch,
But not me, heh
You know Ima get this bread regardless
You do you and I'll do me, shit that's how it started
You know, I think Ima wriTe sum for the second verse,
Cuz I be feeling naked as hell freesTyling, like
But when I wing iT swear I feel like The flyesT
Speaking of naked where my underwear?
Yo bitch tryda hide iT!
Remember Times when I was sneaking biTches in Through The side
And we goT To wildin, SilenT
(What's going on?)
So she hid in my closeT (Oh shit)
As soon as mama smoked her cigarette, she ran ouT The house in Tommy pajamas
AcTually I'm capping like a hyper whore
ShawTy couldn'T find her jeans,
I Think her shiT was Michael Kors (Ouuuu)
She never seen my ass so hype before
Prolly cuz her booTy looking mean up in my Nike shorTs
(FreesTyle?)
I got that pussy feeling special
Shawty all up on my body, but I'm not a vessel
You know I'm all up in her head, not talking bout mental
If you can't get this dick up, then I tell her she simple, uh (loser)
Exploring like safari, Then I hadda play her like Atari,
Told the bitch I'm sorry (My apology)
Gassed her up and told her she a doll,
But she not a Barbie
Watch your nails, you know they feel like claws when you scratching on me (Ouch)
You know I'm getting funky with the bass
Told that ass I'm doing shit, but you already know bitch!
Gagging, she do it while I'm humping on her face
She want big, so my dick hit the back of her throat quick!
Ah, that's nasty man, that's nasty, that's nasty (That's kinda nasty)
I'm nasTy! (Explict)
You know, it is what it is, You do you, Ima do me
Man shout out to my ma f*cking nigga
T-Rob man, knew this nigga for like?
Since like 2016, going on four years man, like
Like keep this shit goddamn going
One of the realest niggas I know
Ma f*cking brother since 2016, never forget man!
F*cking like summer time
I remember we used record on the ma f*cking lapTop
And the "Snowball" mic, you know?
My brother done came a long way, man that's true motivation nigga
Keep ya fooT on these niggas necks man
Don't be in competition with them, Be in compeTiTion wiTh yourself
No doubT, more love!
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Writer: Tommy Robinson
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