Young Juve - Do Yo Thang (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Mannie Fresh] I f** these hoes Right after our show Big dick, I slang Freak b**h, do your thang, do your thang [Verse 1: Young Juve] Bust it open for them dollars Stupid faded off that Henny, turning up with all your partners I can tell that you been stressin', lost your job Kicked out of school but I can tell you still a blessing Ain't gon' lie this picture perfect I ain't tryna be your man, but my attention you deserve it Lotta bottles, lotta b**hes can have any girl I want, but I just hope that we can kick it They got it wet, kissin' on my neck, her homegirls upset She tryna leave, not with them, with me She drunk, gave her the keys We got some weed, we smoking trees Imma put that dick right where it supposed to be [Hook: Mannie Fresh] I f** these hoes Right after our show Big dick, I slang Freak b**h, do your thang, do your thang Big flexing, Rolls, jets Rolex, more s** Television, headrest Rich b**h, do your thang [Verse 2: Mannie Fresh] Gucci on my shoes, Versace on my shirt Eating ribs in first cla**, nosey b**h I work I got tints on my Benz, curtains on my truck You ain't got no business lookin all in here Let your baby mama go let that b**h do it You don't want no problems n***a we gon' get in to it This is Young Juvie n***a, uncle Mannie Fresh We got Tunechi on the remix, hallelujah blessing [Hook: Mannie Fresh] I f** these hoes Right after our show Big dick, I slang Freak b**h, do your thang, do your thang Big flexing, Rolls, jets Rolex, more s** Television, headrest Rich b**h, do your thang [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I don't got papers on that Glock But I got papers on that mac I don't got papers on that Glock But I got papers on that mac Duct tape 'round the handle, serial number get scratched Potato on the barrel but y'all the ones that get mashed Yeah I turned my mansion into a juug house I did tv show with Jessie off of Full House Oh lord, I turned my mansion to a hoe house My next show at home, I'm letting Soulja Slim close out I rolls out in the coupe with the doors out, the hoes out My flow is like a shoe with the soles out Doctor Scholls vouch I knows how move to with my nose down Keep my nose out of people business news and these hoes mouth Cause these hoes fowl My poppa from the [?] I'm from Eagle Street, Hollygrove child Used to have the Nissan with Bose sound I drove around chrome .44 with the gold snout Take your crown, extended clip that poke out Reload rounds, s** with a b**h Deep stroke ouch, I'm so aroused Next to the b**h is a coke pile, your hoes mouth Mine goes down, swallows child with no chow That mean no teeth, holy cow And I ain't climbing down I never been a fan of common ground I've been getting green since Bobby Brown Been meaning to write my wrongs But I've been too busy to jot 'em down And when you visit I'm not around I hope your view isn't from out of bounds I come to do business And for you new n***as disguising frowns A Tunechi verse is like a body found Remix, b**h