doin it well lyrics

doin it well lyrics – Fabolous

See you can’t just do it
You gotta do it well

Body language is the kinda talk I’m fluent in
Why don’t you stop talking ’bout it and come do it then

Written on your face, that “Yeah I’m tryna do it” grin
Event planning, we just need a spot to do it in

Heading to engagements, head behind the Range tints
Fruits of my labor, edible arrangements

It get a little messy, sweater new, Jays mint
She say when she done with me I better go and change then

Fuck the sweater I don’t know no fuckin’ better
Y’all don’t get it, I don’t know no fuckin’ better

Then this right here, shawty right there
Still givin’ ol’ boy nightmares

And I heard your ex hate it, that’s why my texts dated
Last night was a movie and it was X-Rated

Flick called Wet, it only gets better
Tonight we make the sequel and call that shit Wetter

Go ahead
Fuck me like you know somebody else ain’t fuckin’ me right

Go ahead
Fuck me like you know somebody else ain’t fuckin’ me right

I’ma kiss your body from your head down to your toes
Any time you want it you just let a nigga know

And we gon’ do it, do it, do it, do it
We gon’ do it real good
And we gon’ do it, do it, do it, do it

Body language is the only talk he fluent in
He knew it was going down when he flew me in

Anything that I got on he wanna do me in
Now all these non-discrete bitches wanna do me in

Uh, Gold AP on me
He know all his niggas, wanna put the D on me

Even Dr. Dre went and put the B on me
But my pussy so exclusive, limited edition

You know niggas love pretty bitches with ambition
Bees on the keys, never go in the ignition

B-B-But when I ride it, do it to precision
I could tell that he trippin’, every time that it’s slippin’

When he ’bout to come, I start to kiss his neck
I let him score, but we ditch the ref’

When we going out, we gotta ditch the press
Ah man, I got his bitch depressed

Go ahead
Fuck me like you know somebody else ain’t fuckin’ me right

Go ahead
Fuck me like you know somebody else ain’t fuckin’ me right

I’ma kiss your body from your head down to your toes
Any time you want it you just let a nigga know

And we gon’ do it, do it, do it, do it
We gon’ do it real good

And we gon’ do it, do it, do it, do it
I’mma call you big daddy and scream your name

Only if you have me drippin’, like candy paint
Mmmm, daddy slow down a bit

You acting like, you never been down town and shit
I need a baller laid back, while he watch this thing bounce

Buying him designer bags, one milli in my account
If you gon’ do it, do it for real
Go ahead

Fuck me like you know somebody else ain’t fuckin’ me right
Go ahead

Fuck me like you know somebody else ain’t fuckin’ me right
I’ma kiss your body from your head down to your toes

Any time you want it you just let a nigga know
And we gon’ do it, do it, do it, do it

We gon’ do it real good
And we gon’ do it, do it, do it, do it

Hello
Where have you been

I’ve been in L.A
What do you mean L.A?

I met this guy
So when are you coming back to New York?

I don’t know girl, it’s going so good, I don’t know
What do you mean you don’t know

I don’t know, I’m about to go shopping though, I’m about to go cop these
Right now?

New Chanel bag, yeah I’m I gotta go
Oh, don’t forget about me bitch

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