Cee Tha Gxdd and Chef Slim - DOIN MY THANG

Hm
Hmm yea
Got it
(Chef say I gotta kill this)
Mmm ahh
Why you always bringing up my past
Yea I made a mistake
At least I told you bout it
Could've kept to myself and left you cold about it
Girl you know I'm a G and it's a code of silence
But it would hurt me more if you ain't know about it
No more telling lies
Feel the temperature rising
I know it hurt inside
But baby don't start crying, fighting
Shit make me wish that I kept quiet
I know it's tiring
But Ima tell you like this
Oh I've been doing my thang
Not tryna fit in
I'm tryna get paid
These different women been crossing my brain
And I don't know why
You know me I gotta keep it real
Hoes mean nun to me
Whether you believe me that's what it is
I ain't tryna fuss witcha
I ain't tryna tussle
Stop moving my hand when I touch you
All that asking me why did I cuff you
Be mad if you want but we ain't done boo
Nah fr
You wanted the truth I told you that
If looks could kill, you'd be the number one murder suspect
Never had no intentions of hurting you yea
Deep down I know I don't deserve you yea
Don't kick a nigga to the curve
Ah nah
Wanna speak but I'm lost for words
Ah huh
Yea I made a mistake
At least I told you bout it
Could've kept to myself and left you cold about it
Girl you know I'm a G and it's a code of silence
But it would hurt me more if you ain't know about it
No more telling lies
Feel the temperature rising
I know it hurt inside
But baby don't start crying, fighting
Shit make me wish that I kept quiet
I know it's tiring
But Ima tell you like this
Oh I've been doing my thang
Not tryna fit in
I'm tryna get paid
These different women been crossing my brain
And I don't know why
Off these drugs they controlling me
A part of me ion like nobody to see
Don't be scared baby don't run
You know this X make it more fun
Take off that dress let's go one
Make up sex, keep going
I know I hurt you but can heal
Witchu I gotta keep it real
Them other hoes dropping like lows
They don't know the thangs you know
They don't get love
They don't get songs
I just fuck em then I go
Yea I just hit em then I roll
But after that baby know I'm coming home
Coming home to my soul
I'm GanGsta lil baby
That's just how it goes
Yea I made a mistake
At least I told you bout it
Could've kept to myself and left you cold about it
Girl you know I'm a G and it's a code of silence
But it would hurt me more if you ain't know about it
No more telling lies
Feel the temperature rising
I know it hurt inside
But baby don't start crying, fighting
Shit make me wish that I kept quiet
I know it's tiring
But Ima tell you like this
Oh I've been doing my thang
Not tryna fit in
I'm tryna get paid
These different women been crossing my brain
And I don't know why
Got it
Do do do do dooo
(Girl I'm sorry)
Do do dooo
(I'm sorry)

Written by:
ALEXANDER P CARAPANOS, BERNARD LAMONT ZACHERY, CHRISTOPHER DARNELL SMITH, PEDRO JESUS MARQUEZ JR, RYAN JAMES BACHERS

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