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Pharrell Williams - You Can Do It Too lyrics
[Intro] My nigga you can do it too (turn me up, turn me up) You can do it too My nigga you can do it too You can do it too You can do it too (Just tellin you, ya know?) [Verse 1] Aiyyo Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills By listening to squeals of PJ wheels As we land I duck down, I stick my head up my dick is being sucked down, by a bitch named what now I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars Look at the reflection of my foreign car by R & R I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel I was a marching band, I was a skateboader Jesus made wine, I couldn't make water Ox-moronic, I'm here to destroy all you hate hoarders You niggaz were cool in school now you niggaz take orders I'm not dissin your job But now you listen and nod Some mount the limit shit, I know this position is odd Don't Gasp for air You can turn blue Look, accel nigga trust me you can do it [Chorus] You can do it too young blood You can do it too young love Just watch what you do young blood And watch whose in your crew young blood It don't matter if you do drugs, And even if you threw slugs You can do it too young blood I did you can do it too [Verse Two] I know niggaz are like there's no returning when I bought that white five-fifth So white that the coke heads just might try sniff I ordered the phatom coupe, that's smoke pipe grey And the interior was like crack white beige At least that's what it looked like when it was on that page I combed the whole brochure and it did not say, oh well Life's a bitch but not too extreme Life's got a fat ass, Trust me I'ma fuck full steam I make the world cream and scream, while I'm gettin my cream I'm coming to america call me Prince Akeem, yessir It's kinda weird, 'cause this I dream Kinda prophetic ya get it 'cause this I seen These type of visions, since I's teen I told my teacher what I saw, she said I missed byzine Laughed with the class with the slightest clue You be buying my shit, and I be rappin to you, but you can do it too [Chorus] [Verse Three] I know you heard the story about the dude with the attitude Pharrell he don't even know you but he mad at you He got robbed and it seems he has a huge He's frustrated and that it all he has is you So, things propel and things excel The next the a bing comes out the barrell And my man they accused him of sittin tight up in jail Ironic he close my man luke can hear him yell I ain't do it but somebody dropped him flat I felt the wind from it, that was God cocking back I got a call from Virginia grandma went back The line was fluctuated but it just now went flat See her body went down and her soul went up She sent angels around me so evil could not touch I don't lie no more and I'm haunted when I fuck Wealthy niggaz with a conscience, yeah you know what's up The wires across, and it's breeding a plague The conscience is hungry, and it's eating away Trying to make sense of it, but it's speedy in vain Up all night with the books and you read till the day But still ya house of diddy 'cause you got a little paper Push a cat in the corner, trust me it's the nature Never underestimate the-things you do Read your verse too, inhale the "oo", and go [Chorus] [Man Singing] Don't be afraid to look up the sky [8X] |
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