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Lil' Zane - What Must I Do lyrics
Hey yo. This joint right here, is dedicated to that one girl that every player wants. I see you baby, and I wanna know, what must I do? [Lil' Zane] What can I do to make you see that You want a hot boy baby I'll be that Tell ya man that you won't be comin' back Them other cats that you don't need none of that I won't dine you, I'll grind you Standin up behind you Hit it from the back so exact that it blind you Never tried to find you But now I know I need you to combine with Help me raise mine with I need a lady in my life when the streets is rough So come on baby let me put ya heart in handcuffs Won't stop even when you tellin me it's enough Can't drop till I'm feelin that I'm killin ya stuff Wanna be the one you livin' for and givin' ya more Make ya blush when ya hit my plush bedroom floor Nobody sittin baby You gettin' more than you can take So come on shorty stop bein' so fake Chorus: What must I do? (To show you that I love you) What must I do? (Please tell me) What must I do baby? (To have you) What must I do baby? (To hold you, to have you) What must I do? (Come closer, I'll grab you) What must I do? (Please tell me) What must I do baby? (To have you) What must I do baby? (Keep you iced out, spend nights out, baby I'll put ya lights out) [Lil' Zane] I know ya man ain't blind it ain't hard to see Blew his mind when he saw you in the car with me And my girl ain't blind cuz she ask and wanna see Who is that wit you when I passed the hummer I said nobody but she smelled yo' body Wit you bout a hour ago Should a listened when you told me take a shower though If I was her man she'd even take half my dough But I'm not So hop up in the drop we can cruise the block And got a spot where them niggas don't go On the low shorty pop 'dro But she don't let guys know By the time we left, her eyes low Let's do it in the parking lot Baby I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not Already comin' out my shirt cuz it's awfully hot Got down to everything but my jewels and socks Chorus [Lil' Zane] Last week I met this girl My nigga she drove me crazy Damn, she bad as hell Even let her push my Mercedes I hear she got a man But he ain't beatin it crazy That's why she came to Z Cuz I treat her like a lady Took her up out the hood Flossin' hard in fancy cars By my side at the awards Lookin' badder than the stars Chickens was getting jealous And players was lookin' mad Of course, could have been my Porsche But mami was kinda bad Hold up, am I startin to catch feelings that I never had And if I get serious will my niggas laugh She like 25, I ain't even 20 yet Diggin with her, gotta show her how my money stretch She got drops that she ain't drove yet She buyin' furs and it ain't even cold yet Gimme anything I need, shorty gon' go get I got platinum and I ain't even old yet Chorus x 2 (with variations) |
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