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Some information about Do My Lyrics Title: Memphis Bleek - Do My lyrics Artist: Memphis Bleek Album: The Understanding Visitors: 15 visitors have visited Do My Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Jay-Z Turn that motherfucker louder It s the Roc in this motherfucker Bi-otch! Oh yeahbounceuh uhbounce Yeahyeah bouncecome on Oh come on bouncecome on Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeahyeahcome on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeahyeahcome on) Memphis Bleek Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it s the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let em know that you re still gunnin Throw a drink in the air Let em know you still thuggin Yo I come throughfew of my man s Scoop you and your friends Youyouand you with the Timbs In tight jeansChinese eyes Indian hairBlack girl ass Let me pour you a glass of Belvi Tell me all about your past Let me console your soul While I palm your ass And your man did what? He ain t give you? He cheated with her I can t diss duke I tell you this though Get with this dude I ll teach you about dough And show you what this do (It s a secret societyall we ask is trust) But I don t freeze bitches Just skeeze bitches Break up happy homes Just seize misses You ll never get her back once you get a yacht How you love that? How you love that? Jay-Z Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeahyeahcome on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeahyeahcome on) Memphis Bleek Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it s the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let em know that you re still gunnin Throw a drink in the air Let em know you still thuggin Ay yo back woods rollin Rap you can t hold em ROC gear matchin crews Bleek is chillin Murda is chillin What more can I say? We still killin em Bags we still dealin em Four wheelswe wheelin them Chicks like I m feelin him Yeah ma okay Black jeans and Timberlands Give them adrenaline rush Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us We the R-O-C and we don t stop They don t make a gun that we don t pop Matter fact they don t make a car that we don t drop Thought you knew they don t make jewels that we don t cop What you knew? You actin like the ROC ain t hot Or the car that I cop ain t missin a top And even if they don t make drops that kind I tear da roof off like I m Busta Rhymes motherfucker Jay-Z Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeahyeahcome on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeahyeahyeah) Come oncome on Memphis Bleek Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it s the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let em know that you re still gunnin Throw a drink in the air Let em know you still thuggin Jay-Z Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Okay) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Uh-huhokayuh-huh) Come oncome on It s the R-O-Cwe don t stop It s the R-O-Cwe don t stop It s the R-O-Cwe don t stop Uh Memp BleekThe Understanding niggas Get your mind rightha-ha Hottest songs from Memphis Bleek : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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