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Do You Lyrics By Heather B

    what what
    bitches backstab with no remorse fuck bitches
    they get blasted when i’m lickin off heather b
    hard hitter when i’m gettin off these bitches
    with no father figures they be trickin off feel me
    they beez off the heez knees and naps to show
    if they try to run between these i blow they doors
    put the jinx on em all like they sophomores
    cause these bitches got the gall to holla hardcore
    i’m crackin jaws heather b the southpaw with no look
    give a fuck about these bitches uhh and that’s the hook
    you know how i’m gon’ get it split it off the books
    and you ain’t got to love me trust me simply put

    when you countin on your peoples and they don’t pull through
    i’ma do me you gots to do you
    niggas game so weak i can see right through
    i’ma do me you gots to do you
    everybody got a time and i know mine’s due
    i’ma do me you gots to do you
    see you out there gettin yours gots ta gets mine too
    i’ma do me you gots to do you

    heather b grand like a cherokee
    loredo i need my hands on some alfredo
    streets condonin it back on the block quincy jonesin it
    prada get publishing what i’m owning it huh
    you feel me now you get the point
    heather b b b b drops oowops on your joints
    you really can’t rate me or mistake me for another
    i brings in da noize and funk like savion glover
    wicked like those sisters and that stepmother
    got your clocks strikin twelve i’m bringin hell to cinderella
    fuck how much you sell cause i read your album cover
    you couldn’t write a jam if your last name was smucker
    got all my motherfuckers yellin jersey up in here
    no limit like master p i like how he do dat there
    listen here i’m livin sort of dangerously
    plus i’m bulletproof no use in aimin at me

    i spits pure fire i burn the finest of designs
    heather b that mc that runs up on em from behind
    who got your back now where you ill crew at
    the sons you talked about with guns the ones with gats and all that
    i figured that some rap for plaques over rb tracks
    you got to watch what you say if you ain’t really livin that
    another rapper lost lookin all stank up in the source
    what’s all that shit fo’ did your momma raise a hoe
    fight it and i win i’m that rhyme veteran
    with that nighttime sniffly sneezin rest your head medicine
    see me live rock on keenan and even letterman
    rock chris rock blow his spot like nitroglycerin
    hold that like they don’t know but i’m like years ahead of them
    plus i shed more light right than thomas edison
    and i’ll take it there end your career with one stroke of my pen
    and i got enough love i don’t need no mo’ friends

    when they poppin champagne and you only drinkin brew
    i’ma do me you gots to do you
    when you know you broke as hell and your rent is due
    i’ma do me you gots to do you
    and you ain’t got no love you know you ain’t true
    i’ma do me you gots to do you
    frontin with them niggas from that weak ass crew
    i’ma do me you gots to do you
    and i’m out

    Artist: Heather B

    Year: 1998

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 304