Doin' What She Likes - Blake Shelton

"What Yall Doin" All the real niggas locked up in prison Most my niggas robbin' or either killin' Some my niggas on the block drug dealin' I just wanna know, what y'all doin'? What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'? Gotta make a difference in your own hood Feel like Will Smith, I see millions, I'm gonna pursue it If my momma told me if I came up short it's all good No I had to tell my mom sorry, I could picture me in that 'Rari After all the pain that we went through I don't even wanna rewind it Free all my niggas went down in the system Send the Green Dot cause I miss 'em R.I.P. my nigga Pistol, can't believe the bullet hit him Sometimes a young nigga might wanna cry But I can't let you niggas see it It was in my soul takin' flats and gold Juugin' round the city for no reason Juug Season, that's what a young nigga called it, Juug Season In the jungle, I survived every season What are you doin'? You had money, you blew it You had dreams on the court, didn't have no support All these niggas they stuck in the system Police keep killin' my people Trap on the block with the reefer Tryin' to count up the monifa Beating the pot I might sneak her Used to kick doors for new sneakers Can't trust no bitch cause the sneakin' I step out that, shoot through your back call you Ricky Now I got riches so bitches they miss me Wanna know what you been doin' all this time Why you ain't got no money on your mind Together we stand, we fall apart then we divide Fuck the police we might start up a riot This shit is so pitiful, had to pay money for my nigga's funeral That was my nigga we had so much unity I got in my heart, he on top and he smilin' Used to talk about a fuckin' rivalry What about police that take a bribery? They don't give a fuck about people in poverty Don't got no property This a democracy, no apology Some of my niggas on the block right now Most of my niggas kick doors right now Run up on a nigga tryna rob, got a 100 round drum right now Most of my niggas court, judge don't drop the hammer down No Tony Parker, I came a long way from that starter I'm thanking God cause I never had to ride that Marta Now my diamonds flawless, make a nigga nauseous That nigga fresher than Carlton, tryna fuck on Ms. Parker Remember wanna be a monster, niggas playin' cops and robbers Ever since a youngin' I was a problem I was a leader, never was a follower I got your ho in my condo, she poppin' it You niggas bitches, you niggas be gossiping' If a nigga want it, I'ma go get it My nigga we break it we split it We takin' riches cause niggas jumpin' them fences

BLAKE Following the viral success of his breakout hit "Flexin" in late 2016, San Antonio rapper BLAKE... read more Ay, ay Woof Ay, ay Look Diamonds look like piss (piss) Diamond chain on piss (piss) Now my wrist on sick (sick) Now my bitch real thick (thick) Pull up, then I skrrt (skrrt) Look at they expression (spression) Ben Frank on me too, he blue I think he got depression Diamonds look like water (water) She drip drip like water (water) Hit that bitch, don't call her (call her) Dodge like Charger (Charger) Pull up then I charge her Lil' bitch bad and bougie Can't dap you up, you a fuck nigga Fuck niggas got cooties I'ma leave they feelings hurting Windows down on purpose Hanging out the window, swerving Baby Snapchat made me nervous 'Cause my main bitch, she be lurking I swear she do the most Boy, you talk a lot Let's talk about why you so broke Wait, talk too much, bitch, shut up I'm your young dumb motherfucker BLAKE, why your belt unbuckled? Tryna save your bitch some trouble (wait) Ex-bitch mad, oh well (well) Cop that pack wholesale (sale) Mama like, "What's that smell?" Had to move the pack out the crib that's hell Panoramic my whip Hoes all on my tip 100s blue like a crip Bust my nut... dip Left wrist, holy moly (damn) Fuck you niggas, we not homies Used to have to cop the O-Z Now a nigga need the whole thing Pull up, then I skip Keep it brief and quick Tripping over a bitch Broke niggas make me sick No, I won't call her Fuck her, don't bother One hundred, need charger One hundred, need charger On fleek, yup Bossed up, yup Turning heads, right left Strike a pose, yup Yeah, I seen them pussy niggas Pussy nigga, do you need some help That boy there gon' need some milk Flex on 'em, yup Bitch I'm feeling dangerous Wrist on fucking singing Beat so fucking dangling Belt so fucking hanging Had to hit 'em back 'Cause that ass was like on whoa (whoa) Niggas playing games And they stuck in story mode Bitch talking 'bout shrimp and steak (steak) Tell a bitch get out my face (face) I can't take your ass on no date (wait) But I can hit your ass with that BLAKE (ooh) Boy, quit tweeting, it's okay Little nigga all in his feelings Can't figure out why is it Broke niggas always got the most opinions (ooh) Had to show you niggas who's next up Baby, quit talking, that's extra Just say I'd like a checkup Why you peeking my message Ask too many fucking questions Send me one more text message You gonna hate the rolling sessions Why these niggas so lame Wanna talk down on my name Niggas thought that I was playing games Wrist looking like Johnny Dang Lil' boys like, you funny Talking 'bout, you ain't making money Hating on me, but now I got your bitch Ha-ha-ha, God don't like ugly Ha-ha, ha-ha

Ridin' rubber, rent checks, livin' on ramen Chappin' our ass 'cause we can't afford Charmin Rockin' that one-ply, one-ply Shakin' down the couch, found a buffalo nickel Medium guitar pick, Burger King pickle It's kinda petrified, petrified Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Girl, I sure can't tell you've been workin' your butt off The way you're rockin' them second-hand cutoffs Can I talk you into takin' 'em off? Score a little discount, 6-pack Keystone Use a paper sack, twist a little home grown Go on and get a Friday night on Girl, one of these days, gonna look back laughin' Sippin' pomegranate sake at Nobu But, baby, 'til then I'm a have-not havin' And everything I have's got, with you Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money

I've been working so hard, I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got I get this feeling, that time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues everybody cut footloose You're playing so cool, obeying every rule Dig a way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can fly if you'd only cut loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Oowhee, Marie shake it, shake it for me Whoa, Milo c'mon, c'mon let's go Lose your blues everybody cut footloose, Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa. Cut footloose, Whoa We got to turn you around And put your feet on the ground Now take a hold of your soul I'm turning it loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody everybody cut footloose

May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung And may you stay forever young May you grow up to be righteous May you grow up to be true May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you May you always be courageous Stand upright and be strong And may you stay Forever young Forever young Forever young May you stay forever young May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful And may your song always be sung And may you stay forever young Forever young Forever young May you stay forever young May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung May you stay forever young May you stay forever young

Father! People used to call me backwards Living out here with the tractors Letting this world leave me behind Now-a-days I'm an innovator I'm a country boy prognosticator I'm a man ahead of my times I've got a hundred acre farm I've got a john deere in my barn I've got a garden in my yard, full of corn, peas and beans I've got a guitar I play unplugged I've got a home-grown girl I love And when the summer time hits, we skinny dip in the stream I was green before green was a thing Sheets on the clothes line drying Red Tail hawks a flying A couple of deer on the timber line And I know a lot more about cane pole fishing Then I ever will know about carbon emission And my little corner of the world is doing just fine I've got a hundred acre farm I've got a john deere in my barn I've got a garden in my yard, full of corn, peas and beans I've got a guitar I play unplugged I've got a home-grown girl I love And when the summer time hits, we skinny dip in the stream I was green before green was a thing Yeah, I've got a hundred acre farm I've got a john deere in my barn I've got a garden in my yard, full of root baked potatos and greens I've got a guitar I play unplugged I've got a home-grown girl I love And when the summer time hits, we skinny dip in the stream I was green before green was a thing I was green before green was a thing