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The Jet-Sons Ft Deelow[Curren$y:]Bet you never met a nigga like me Spitta came for the Nike's, these checks written off Payed to the order of, he who resides in the high-rises Above the city of crime, our music changin' their minds Openen eyes, you witness history I am the epitome, of a nigga doin' what he please and getting cheese Simultaneously (Non-understandable) I got a million of 'em. Bet you out there, get the croud moving with any of them Got them going, got 'em coming Spitta revolving. don't go around, marry-go Suckas marry hoes, and try to turn them into housewives After the show, she into telling with us, she's surprised [Chorus:] I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2] I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4] [Curren$y:] The riddler in the mix, still on my pap shit Play with hoes, and my plate closed Shoutout to the clips, stroll through the mall Stop for some chicks, took a couple pics Asked what's up? same ole' shit Oh so, play them old whips, you know how I roll Chevy so fast, shawty's scared, ridin shotgun with her eyes closed Niggas know I buy O's, like I'm on the Wheel of Fortune Hope you get it, won't be too surprised if you didn't Have to take a second listen, be my guest I ain't trippin Women tell me you ain't like the other rappers, you different Cause I don't put on a front, I put on for my city I put my niggas on, and I put them on some bad bitches, YEA [Chorus:] I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2] I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4] [Dee Low:] You know how it go down when I come in this bitch, ya heard me Walk like a pimp, nigga talk real dirty Ladies love my boy like I'm a prince or something So I just chill back and play with their tits or somethin They don't mind, they be like "yo dee low" after the show They like "can we come dee low?" Nah give me your digits and I'll give you a call You know I'm all booked up, sorry ho What do you expect, I'm a pimp, a balla' ho You see the crew, you see the bong, you see the plane color floor J-j-just watch us, I glow If you Dee to the Low, me and spitta bout to take a trip to Tokyo [Chorus:] I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2] I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4] |