
What To Do The LOX (Ft. Shella 'Da Blasian')
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[Intro: Shella]
Jada, Styles, Sheek
[Chorus: Shella]
Baby you know, I been checkin' for you
Can you come and pick me up tonight?
You're such a thug, and I'm feeling you
I think you will know just what to do
[Verse 1: Styles P]
I know what to do and when to do it, scooped her in the turbo Porsche
Cause she's scared to see a third go off
I'm the nigga that she's checkin' for, hold the weapon for
Gotta stretch her raw - could tell that she lovin' it
I fuck her good and she call me by my government
She count up my money, roll up my weed
Load up my guns, I leave she gon' throw me my keys
And I stay pickin' her up, droppin her off
She hold a gun when a nigga done, poppin' it off
And you know she dress me good, feed me right
Be the first to call my lawyer when they read my rights
She the one who help me clean up my act
She a thoroughbred cause she can clean you off when I bust off my gat (yeah)
[Chorus: Shella]
Baby you know, I been checkin' for you
Can you come and pick me up tonight?
You're such a thug, and I'm feeling you
I think you will know just what to do
Jada, Styles, Sheek
[Chorus: Shella]
Baby you know, I been checkin' for you
Can you come and pick me up tonight?
You're such a thug, and I'm feeling you
I think you will know just what to do
[Verse 1: Styles P]
I know what to do and when to do it, scooped her in the turbo Porsche
Cause she's scared to see a third go off
I'm the nigga that she's checkin' for, hold the weapon for
Gotta stretch her raw - could tell that she lovin' it
I fuck her good and she call me by my government
She count up my money, roll up my weed
Load up my guns, I leave she gon' throw me my keys
And I stay pickin' her up, droppin her off
She hold a gun when a nigga done, poppin' it off
And you know she dress me good, feed me right
Be the first to call my lawyer when they read my rights
She the one who help me clean up my act
She a thoroughbred cause she can clean you off when I bust off my gat (yeah)
[Chorus: Shella]
Baby you know, I been checkin' for you
Can you come and pick me up tonight?
You're such a thug, and I'm feeling you
I think you will know just what to do
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