Mr. Do It All (Outro) Lyrics

Nigga

On some late night vibes

Nigga might just gotta serenade a bitch right now

Tell that bitch kick back

Light up a blunt

And listen to these vibes

I'm Mr.Do It All

All these niggas cannot stand it

How I'm schoolin' these niggas, think my nickname should be canvas

We got female shooters blastin' shit just like they Samus

Dawg I really got the juice I be finessin' like a bandit

I might throw some money on a bad bitch

We in the A, I might go serve 21 Savage

Been had a check so what they payin' I can double

If you really trynna work you better not pull up with them bubbas

I know how niggas move I learned the game from my brothers

If he try and run game he might just end up in the gutter

Yo bitch fuckin' on the bros I tried to tell you she a runner

She was trynna hit my phone but I was gettin' some money

I could really turn that hoe up but she ain't really for me

I be feelin' like the bows the only thing that really love me

When I walk up in the spot, all these bitches trynna fuck me

Might just gotta get some top my other bitch be trynna rush me

Been fly nigga, always gettin' to the munyon

I don't need a bitch I just need a hoe with some big buns

My life been a movie, why these bitches want a rerun?

She gone eat the dick 'cause she a freak she do it for fun

Nigga I been pimpin' I ain't simpin

You won't catch me outside holdin' hands

That biih tried to cuff me had to tell her I can't be ya mans

Said that she a 10 and that she throwin ass on Onlyfans

Told her that shit cool and all but bae I gotta stack these bands

Still a ton of guap in my stash like I'm Geronimo

Feelin' like I'm Klay up in the bay how I be throwin' four's

Runnin' up a check I'm in that Lex that's just the way it goes

Ballin' in the Garden so she want the D just like I'm Rose

Baby I ain't ghost you I left you on read by accident

Bitch I been the shit like a nigga took a laxative

I know you never seen someone like me 'cause I ain't average

You know there ain't a day that's better than the day that package hit

All about my Cream you might think a nigga really whipped

All about my green you might think these hunndos counterfeit

Gettin' to the bag and I won't stop until a nigga rich

Why these niggas mad?

Ain't my fault yo bitch all on my (Exhale)

Niggas go out sad trynna go band for band with me

I know that bitch ain't mine

Why she trynna fly me out for free?

I know that you the"homie" but don't go thinkin' you won't get a fee

And ask these niggas 'bout me

I got motion baby come and see

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