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do the most - shoreline mafia lyrics

[intro]
(ron*ron, do that sh*t)

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
captain karo, came to jugg and finesse
pop checks, pop x, probably loading up a tec
you ain’t doin’ sh*t for the gang, why you hang out?
n*ggas wanna bang out, we gon’ bring that thang out, b*tch
you can’t suck or f*ck me
this a million*dollar d*ck, if i hit, she’s lucky
probably tellin’ all her friends, “he that n*gga from ‘musty'”
i’ma f*ck her in the bimmer, off a benzo, i’m bussin’
no discussion, we’re not tusslin’, if it’s beef, then we bussin’
i’m a real cutthroat, i sell some dope to my cousin
you a real dumb ho, suckin’ d*ck, left with nothing
got her jumpin’ on the d*ck and this the b*tch that you trusting
okay, lil’ b*tch, yeah, do that sh*t
oh, your man not home? you tryna do that d*ck
i’m that n*gga doin’ shows, making moves off a brick
i’m a young fly n*gga, watch me f*ck on your b*tch

[chorus: ohgeesy]
ayy, i’m with the bloods, i’m with the locs
i got a chop right under my coat
i’m from the coast where we do the most
go out to memphis, i f*ck with the folks
i’m with the bloods, i’m with the locs
i got a chop right under my coat
i’m from the coast where we do the most
go out to memphis, i f*ck with the folks

[verse 2: duke duece]
he a lame on the block, n*gga, who that there? (who that there?)
i’m a big dog gangster, n*gga, we don’t care (we don’t care)
if you ain’t a broke n*gga, throw your bands in the air (bands in the air)
if you bleed what i bleed, n*gga, b*tch, that’s rare (b*tch, that’s rare)
these are big folks, gds up in here (g’s)
and i ain’t scared of nan n*gga reppin’ over there (reppin’ over there)
gone off the xan, but i ain’t sleepin’ over here
a n*gga dissed my mans, he ain’t leavin’ up in here
lots of vvs diamonds on the v*neck (v*neck)
f*ck n*ggas hollerin’, “who?” but we next
had to tell the engineer to keep that (keep that)
over chopper? h*ll nah, i can’t leave that (brr)
go over there, b*tch, we don’t care (don’t care)
in the vip with my wrist in the air (wrist in the air)
every diamond on me is a glist’, don’t stare (don’t stare)
eliantte rollie, jubilee, it ain’t fair, yeah

[chorus: ohgeesy]
i’m with the bloods, i’m with the locs
i got a chop right under my coat
i’m from the coast where we do the most
go out to memphis, i f*ck with the folks
i’m with the bloods, i’m with the locs
i got a chop right under my coat (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i’m from the coast where we do the most (ayy, ayy, ayy)
go out to memphis, i f*ck with the folks (ayy, ayy)

[verse 3: ohgeesy]
go out to memphis and i f*ck with my folk n*ggas
i don’t got a gun, then your ass gettin’ poked, n*gga
choppa, machetes, show you that reggie
you can’t get your money back, n*gga, i’m petty
it get ugly like betty, pop like confetti
i’m with thugger thugger, n*gga just like jefferey
we ain’t goin’ steady, we just f*ckin’, is you ready?
i’ll turn your life up, let me know if you ready
your n*gga, he a b*tch, nah, he ain’t gon’ do nothin’
give me that soda, tryna screw somethin’
posted a pic on instagram with your new gun
but your lame ass still ain’t pull nothin’, ayy
(f*ck n*gga)
(n*ggas take pictures on the motherf*ckin’ ‘gram with they motherf*ckin’ gun)
(n*ggas ain’t gon’ do nothin’, they b*tch*made)

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