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letra de do what i like - erica banks

[intro]
yeah, he gon’ do what i like
(finesse, you stupid for this ho, like a motherf-cker)
do what i like, uh
do what i, uh
yeah, he gon’ do what i like, yeah (xo think he all that)

[verse 1]
4:23 and a n-gga just called (4:23)
godd-mn, let me eat that p-ssy (uh)
he ain’t really had it in a minute, let him have it ’til he finished
by the way he put it down, he shook (godd-mn, hah)
he ain’t even mine, but i f-ck him all the time, sh-t
we don’t ever trip, we straight
people in our business, b-tch just wanna be a witness
he be sleepin’ when he in it, he be thinkin’ we datin’, uh
call him in, he runnin’ like a track star
pull up and he come in through the back door, ayy
beat it from the back and now the back sore
but i love it when a n-gga take it that far, uh (hah)
give it to me right, we cruisin’, ayy
homicide the p-ssy, he bruise it, uh (d-mn)
ride on a n-gga face like d-ck
and i bet i make a n-gga wanna lose it, uh

[chorus]
do what i like (mmm)
yeah, he gon’ do what i like (do what i like)
f-ck him and touch him, but i never love him
he do it and doin’ it right, ayy, look
do what i like (ayy)
yeah, he gon’ do what i like (look)
f-ck him and touch him, but i never love him
he do it and doin’ it right, uh
i never fight (nah)
tell him come give me that pipe (give me that pipe)
he know i got it, he know i be wildin’
he give me that, give me that twice, ayy, look (yeah)
so out of sight (sight)
he like that p-ssy at night (uh)
we just be f-ckin’, it’s nothin’, he bluffin’
he called and got me on a flight, ayy, look
[verse 2]
get it by the day and he cravin’ for it (uh)
told that n-gga i’m sweet, uh
know a n-gga had to go crazy for it (godd-mn)
told the n-gga i’m pleased, uh (yup)
love it when i’m makin’ that crazy noise (okay)
we be all in his sheets, uh (d-mn)
n-gga said he wanna have a baby boy (h-ll nah)
he was trippin’, smokin’ them trees, uh
lookin’ at the n-gga, “you good?” (you good?)
he thinkin’, “should i eat the p-ssy?” you should
he thinkin’, “would i cum again?” you would, ayy
styrofoam cup, he hood, uh
lookin’ at the n-gga from the back, ayy (d-mn)
we be f-ckin’ on another level, uh (sheesh)
love it when a n-gga keep the chains on
big rock bustin’ out the bezel, ayy
do what i like and he go under pressure (go under pressure)
give me that pipe and i break in a second (break in a second)
this ain’t a class, but it’s me who he testin’ (uh)
sit on his face and that n-gga be reckless, ayy
workin’ me out, sh-t, he think i’m a gym (think i’m a gym)
don’t worry ’bout me, don’t worry ’bout him (don’t worry ’bout him)
eat on that p-ssy, he eat on the rim (rim)
bendin’ me over, i’m thinkin’ it’s limp, ayy
[chorus]
do what i like (mmm)
yeah, he gon’ do what i like (do what i like)
f-ck him and touch him, but i never love him
he do it and doin’ it right, ayy, look
do what i like (uh)
yeah, he gon’ do what i like (yeah)
f-ck him and touch him, but i never love him
he do it and doin’ it right, uh (ayy, look)
i never fight (nah)
tell him come give me that pipe (give me that pipe)
he know i got it, he know i be wildin’
he give me that, give me that twice, ayy, look
so out of sight (yeah)
he like that p-ssy at night (like that p-ssy at night)
we just be f-ckin’, it’s nothin’, he bluffin’
he called and got me on a flight, ayy, look

- erica banks

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