Fabolous

Fabolous - Imma Do It lyrics

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[Chorus] 

The block got my back, and my boys do too 

And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot 

Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef 

Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back 

Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me 

Errybody and their momma call the feds on me 



I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it) 

Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it) 

I got money in my head but I'm riding in the 

drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) 



[Verse 1] 

Yeaah, feeling just like JFK 

In the city that little fly like JFK 

Sometimes La Guardia, I ain't gonna lie to ya 

If looks can kill then my style might bother ya 



That's why I'm with Nadia, I call my gun Nadia 

When she say hi to ya, Ba-ba-bye to ya 

Make it sound like saudia 

Arabia, maybe ya haters ya 

Watch what he say to her, Ya think 

I can hold my head high or die or I can live and duck 

My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuck 



[Chorus] 

The block got my back, and my boys do too 

And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot 

Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef 

Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back 

Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me 

Errybody and their momma call the feds on me 



I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it) 

Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it) 

I got money in my head but I'm riding in the 

drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) 



[Verse 2] 

Yaa 

Who are you to tell me how to conduct myself 

Why don't you practice safe sex and go fuck yourself 

The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a suckers health 

I coulda told you that, Ya I coulda told you that 

Picture me, now I'm fly, Where is them exposures at 

Right here, on my lap that's where my composure's at 

I'm back like a gun cocked I'm so cool, that 

If go to hell, all I'll need is my sunblock 

Nigga hold your head high and die, or live and duck 

My attitude it celibate, I don't give a fuck 



[Chorus] 

The block got my back, and my boys do too 

And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot 

Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef 

Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back 

Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me 

Errybody and their momma call the feds on me 



I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it) 

Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it) 

I got money in my head but I'm riding in the 

drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) 



[Verse 3] 

I mean lets be honest 

Ya never liked a nigga 

Trying to lesbian this 

So I kept the strap on 

Clap off clap on, lights out like flights out 

You could be departed 

Never me who started 

I Lambo gallard it 

I am vehically challenged 

That means the car is retarded 

But regardless, I'm tin man, heartless 

No love hate son, looking for love get a show on VH1 



Nigga hold your head high and die, or live and duck 

My attitude is virgin, still don't give a fuck 



[Chorus] 

The block got my back, and my boys do too 

And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot 

Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef 

Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back 

Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me 

Errybody and their momma call the feds on me 



I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it) 

Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it) 

I got money in my head but I'm riding in the 

drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)




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Language: English

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