Texty:
Banda Just Do It

All to do is done by you (Don't you just know it?) Baby, don't believe I wear 2 left shoes (Don't you just know it?) Ah, ha, ha, ha (Ah, ha, ha, ha)

it hit the fan Girl, every minute I wanna hold your hand Ain't no limit to the words I'm saying I don't wanna rock with a brand new band Just you, lil

stings And I'm beasting off the riesling And my nigga just made it out the precinct We give a damn about the drama that you do bring I'm just tryin'

Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen This all time, the time you've all been waitin' for Let's do it, do it, do it This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration

They want it, I got it, damn right I'ma flaunt it Do anything you want, just don't get up on it Them O.G.'s raised, you know them streets made me Equipped

're heart was mine to buy. All those feelings you implied, it all was just terrible lies...oh what a terrible lie.." Do you remember in the first verse

She put it round my wrist, it was a perfect fit And said in my ear, "Want you to have it" Then she unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground My mind

she just text her girlfriend with a capital, you can join Yeah, what y'all wanna do? I'm all ears Smokin' on that head band, call that shit the Paul Pearce I'm just

up stanky Wake up in the morning, 10 o'clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted