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Ty dolla SIgn( Tyrone William Griffin Jr. )

Like I Do

(feat. Yo Gotti & French Montana)


[Verse 1:Ty Dolla $ign]
I be so high I can't think straight
Fuck ten times went on no dates
She asked me for some money, shoulda seen my face
Fuck her at the hotel, not my place
Till she go to sleep
I asked her whose it is, she said only me
Wanna fuck all the time, she get on to me
Look me all in my eyes, she want more of me

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
No, he can't fuck you like I do
Fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
You ain't satisfied with your nigga, tell the truth
He can't fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
Aaah [x8]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Street nigga, rubber bands
Stripper poll, stripper stands
Front to back, chest to chest
Pullin' her (pullin' her), you know the rest
I just want, turn it, turn it, (yeah)
Shawty thick, and she [?]
Want [?], but it's right back to the money
And I just wanna fuck, she just wanna cuddle
Don't ask me for no money, you may get in trouble
Street nigga I hustle, ratchet bitches I love 'em
[?]bitches I love 'em, lame niggas they cuff 'em
Wanna street nigga in your presence
Your boyfriend in trouble
I contact, we done that, in that Maybach on leather
And you already know it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Threw a hundred on the watch, put the time in
Shawty grindin' side to side like a violin
Crib 36 Chambers, I'm from Shaolin
Threw 30 in the clip, made it smile
Money gotta whole lot of it
Gold chains, gold bottles
New crib, my college
One plane, four pilots
All she say is 'do it, do it, do it, doit, do'
I, make the money and blew it, threw it
Gucci, Louis Vuitton
And I heard that nigga, he be talkin' 'bout me
When she with that nigga, she be talkin' 'bout me
Hopped up out the [?]to the Porsche drop
Watch the doors go up and the jaws drop

[Hook]

[Outro: Jeremih]
Call me, if he don't [?]
Call me and, sat on you girl
Just let me know, you down to ride
Nothing to it, it's whatever babe
It's whatever baby, yeah




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