[Mila J]
Other n***as can't do what you do, real n***as make it do what it do
[Verse 1: Issa]
Aye, hold up
I'm bout to have a blessed day, I just woke up to a goddess
I'm the realest n***a that you ever met, baby girl I'm being modest
Take off your clothes, don't say a word
b**hes gone talk, but f** what you heard (f** what you heard)
And I been under the influence lately, so excuse me my words kind of slurred
Say she love [who I am with my biz?], keep calling me daddy gone have all of my kids
I got to hit the road, and get back to the money, but when I come back home you know what it is (you know)
When I get back to the crib, I promote that p**y, so bring it to me
Loving the way that she moaning, she get on that mic and she sing it to me, can't do it like me
[Chorus: Mila J & Issa]
Other n***as can't do what you do, n***a can't do it like me
Real n***as make it do what it do, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, like me, can't no other n***a do it like you, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, can't do it like me
Other n***as can't do what you do, real n***as make it do what it do
[Verse 2: Issa]
Wait, you ain't even got to ask it
Ima leave that p**y soaking
It's bout to be a closed casket, soon as I get them legs open
Pulling your hair, biting your lip, she told me to swim so I took a dip
Plus I say my grace, then I have a taste, put it on my plate, it won't go to waste
I promise...ima...give it to you till I'm tired
If you by my side, I ain't never lying, talking all that freaky sh**, you f**ing with my pride
Hey, when I get back to the crib, I promote that p**y, so bring it to me
Loving the way that she moaning, she get on that mic and she sing it to me, can't do it like me
[Chorus: Mila J & Issa]
Other n***as can't do what you do, n***a can't do it like me
Real n***as make it do what it do, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, Like me, can't no other n***a do it like you, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a hit the p**y how I hit it, and can't no other n***a gone and get it how I get it
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, Like me, can't no other n***a do it like you, n***a can't do it like me
Other n***as can't do what you do, real n***as make it do what it do
...Other n***as can't do what you do, yeah n***a, real n***as make it do what it do, Yeah n***a
Other n***as can't do what you do, yeah n***a, f** n***a
[Verse 3: Issa]
Hey, f** them other n***as, girl ride for me
Got a bunch of bad b**hes outside for me
Got a bunch of real n***as that'll die for me
No playground but I bet they slide for me
Like a linebacker, she gone take the charge for me
Cause she a real b**h, and that ain't hard to see
Put designer clothes on her, just to get her naked
Ain't no need to fix the sh** if ain't nobody break it
If she throw it back at me, then she know that ima take it
n***a shooting shots at me, but he n***a [ain't never?] make it
n***a said I wouldn't make it, f** that I'm back at it
All I spit is dope, n***a fan a crack addict
[Chorus: Mila J & Issa]
Yeah n***a, f** n***a
Yeah n***a, f** n***a
Yeah n***a, sippin' on goose so you better duck n***a
Yeah n***a, f** n***a
f** n***a, running out of luck n***a
Yeah n***a, f** n***a
[Verse 4: Issa]
Even back then ain't nobody rap better
Look now muthaf**er I don got better
I can spell it out with muf**in one letter
Never been a rat, but a n***a chase cheddar
I can talk in 3rd person, n***a he said it
Ho get ahead of yourself and get beheaded
That's cut off, now my own n***as getting cut off
n***as wasn't round when my lights getting shut off
Now b**hes want to hop on my dick like they been here from the jump
I'm just tryna get my nut off
I understand muf**er I get it, married to the game
Muf**er you ain't ready
[Chorus: Mila J & Issa]
..Yeah n***a, f** n***a
Yeah n***a, f** n***a
Yeah n***a, sippin' on goose so you better duck n***a
Yeah n***a, f** n***a
f** n***a, running out of luck n***a