Gypsy Woman Young Futura (Ft. Crystal Waters)

[Hook]
What you gotta do, what you gotta be
What you gotta do, what you gotta be
What you gotta do, what you gotta be
What you gotta do, what you gotta be, gotta be
What you gotta do, what you gotta be
What you gotta do, what you gotta be
What you gotta do, what you gotta be
What you gotta do, what you gotta be, gotta be

[Verse 1]
Turn the beat up and let that bump
Shawty raw like she took a pump
But the stuff they rub in, [?] guns
Think to herself, should do this once
Once turns in to three
[?] pleasure thought bitch never be
Slippin' in this party, tryna find the recipe
Sitting on the couch, I smoke like a G
I'm coming through my meant to
Funny I should've meant to
Rolling up a blunt like a number two pent room
Always try smoking what I happen to be into
First to you show you what I'm into
Vibes so high but my eyes so low
Smoke the last but I want some more
Lights dimmed, time to start the show
Hands up you knows how this go