Page Turner - Do Me (feat. Walter)

I come from Hub City, I'ma keep reppin'
Leaving the city been temptin'
My baby worried and stressin'
Wondering where I've been stretchin'
You know my type and I'm flexin'
I like my women from Texas
Everything bigger, them blessings
She came from Houston or was it from Memphis
I guess I forgot, I ain't pay much attention
She don't give a fuck she got her own life
I been doing me since I turned five
I don't hit a slur I got my words right
But I don't hit the lean, I hit the turnpike
I don't go to church, I got church fright
If I bought her purse, bought her purse twice
Every song I hit, man that verse nice
Busy just writing my own life

I'm a do me
Aye
Baby yeah, I'm a do me
Aye, yeah
Baby yeah, I'm a do me
I'm a keep smoking my tree
They gon' keep sippin' that tea
Fuck what a hater think
Baby yeah, I'm a do me, uh

I never leave out my team
We feel Mike twenty three
Shooting the shot for the win
I ain't here tryna compete
I got more songs that I made last week
I don't make records to peak
I make my records to speak
Speak to the youth 'bout the bleek
I ain't here tryna intrigue
I'm a do me
I just come off with the facts
I built the stu' and said no turning back
I did a hook and knew I killed the track
Now I'ma ask for a rack
Don't hold me back from my paper 'cuz really it's all that I got
Don't give my money to strangers who pop with erratic behavior
And act like I own 'em a rock
Fuck 'round and flop
How can I tell if somebody is real with me
When I see them for a sec
I think we all want to win but get lost in the thoughts and then we make it way too complex
I might just let all my thoughts flow inside of a session
These couple weeks built me up some new aggression
Told my boy we got it next
I said that shit with my chest
Are you impressed

I'm a do me
Fuck it yeah, I'm a do me
Aye, oh
I'ma a keep smoking my tree
Fuck what a hater think
I'm a just keep doing me
Fuck em'

I'm a do me
My bitch five foot three
Everytime I smoke OG
I cannot feel I'm chilling
Pop out on fire for real
If he rapping I kill em' for free
That's how I'm feeling
I'm need a whole ten million
I'm a need a hoe that's real and
I'm not tryna pose for pictures
I be tryna hold these bills
I need my business to build
I want ten thousand a show
I cannot motherfuckin' chill
I go to motherfuckin' work
Write till they dead and they curbed
I got my head in the clouds
I'll put your head in the dirt
Give me my cheddar my worth
I been on grind for some years
Gave em' the blood and the tears
That's why I'm mothafuckin' here
That's why they nothing they fear
They know I run it it's clear
I'm putting bets on the team
Don't feel no pressure I breathe
Told me that they best believe
I'm a do
I'm a do me

Aye
Fuck it I'm a do me
Aye, oh
I'm a keep smoking my tree
Fuck what a hater think
I'm a just keep doing me
Fuck 'em
Aye aye
I'm a do me

Written by:
Ismael Arceo, Walter Angel

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