Everything I Do Lyrics

Oh my god, what is this

Brunch Klub Music

Look

She watchin' every move I do

Tryin' to see what I do

She watchin' everything I do

Tryin' to see how I move

The bitches lookin' in my face

Know I don't fuck with you

I gotta watch my every move

You just don't have a clue

She watchin' everything I do

Tryin' to see what I do

She watchin' everything I do

Tryin' to see how I move

The bitches lookin' in my face

No I don't fuck with you

I gotta watch my every move

You just don't have a clue

Pussy, money, weed, boy, that's all I need

She like a nigga with the shit

Because she hard to please

Ain't talkin' thunder, but they rep that brunch in OKC

This nigga talkin' bout them bricks

Bitch, you ain't got no keys

Smoke a rapper on the track

Just like I blow some weed

These niggas dick ridin' like that shit gonna make cheese

I got that 93 Supreme

That's that gasoline

Of course we cocked look how I dress

Police don't fuck with me

Oh, that's your girl, man

I think I'm droppin' dick tonight

I got a magnum in my pocket

Tell me what you like

Applyin' pressure, fuck your pipes

Hope I bust your pipes

Whippin', flippin', stretchin

I'ma ride

BK shit

She watchin' every move I do

Tryin' to see what I do

She watchin' everything I do

Tryin' to see how I move

Them bitches lookin' in my face

Know I don't fuck with you

I gotta watch my every move

You just don't have a clue

She watchin' everything I do

Tryin' to see what I do

She watchin' everything I do

Tryin' to see how I move

Them bitches lookin' in my face

Know I don't fuck with you

I gotta watch my every move

You just don't have a clue

Look, pussy, money, weed, boy, that's all I need

I got that game from my OG

He play with quarter keys

My rap book gettin' kinda thick

That ass Is on obese

Got what you need, one-stop shop

Yeah, my shit on fleek

Had your bitch, she nothin' new

My heart went cold blue, Uncle Snoop

Lookin' for a bitch to hold me down

Just like button do

If you jack me and don't kill me, boy

I'm comin' bust your ass

All I know is racks on racks

Stack that cash, these hoes be mad

And we heard your girl a hippie

Holla at us, we got tabs

I just do it from my fam, from the bottom

Any nigga with a problem

See me on that wax, ho, I got him