What Fruit R U Dubbing? - Ga-Get

I'll never forget the way your eyes Illuminate to my own surprise You blow up on my face like a supernova Glowing from far away like, you know, whatever But now every-time I treat you right You walk away and you say goodnight Try'na get rid of me Is that what you're telling me? What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? Darling, make up your mind What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? Darling, make up your mind What are you doing to me? Remember the times when we walked through the ocean Thinking about how things are in motion You're crazy 'bout me and I'm crazy 'bout you What in the flippin' hell did I do Sometimes the things that I think about Are things I say when I think out loud And I think that you don't like me anymore And that is why I wrote this song What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? Darling, make up your mind What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? Darling, make up your mind What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? Darling, make up your mind What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? Darling, make up your mind What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? (Make up your mind, baby) What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? (What, R U DOING?) What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? (What are you doi-yi-ing) What are you doing to me?

Band Let the BandPlay I know you heard about me, what you see is what you get I'm a Memphis nigga, so I gotta keep a .10 She got turned on, panties came off when she got in the Benz All of my real niggas family, Franklin and Jackson my friends If I say I'm wit' you, I'm wit' you all the way to the end (for real, though) Big Boo, I miss you, wish I could relive that night again (for real, though) We in the club, geeked on the lean, you rollin' hard on ecstasy The last time I kicked the whip, my dawg in mind, that shit been stressin' me (damn) Is that you up there? Keep tellin' God, "Keep blessin' me" (gotta be you) Ms on Ms, but I keep that FN right next to me (hey, hey) I come from shit, that's why I ball on them so heavily (for real, though) Stack it, flip it, stack it again, that's my recipe (uh) We made the rules, then broke the rules, we do what we want, lil' nigga (ayy) These diamonds just keep gettin' bigger (whew) Ice cold like the winter (whew), her name, no, I don't remember (nah) I see a big bag of money when I look in the mirror (it's Dolph) Baby, what you see is what you get I'm a street nigga, but I'm rich (rich, rich, rich, rich) Nigga, what you see is what you get We in the Maybach truck, ridin' with them sticks (sticks, sticks, sticks, sticks, fuck) Baby, what you see is what you get (yeah) I just put a house on my wrist (wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist) Uh, nigga, what you see is what you get I done fucked around and hit a lick (lick, lick, lick, lick) Ayy (what the fuck?), woah I know you heard about me, nigga, go ask yo' bitch (yo' bitch) Yeah, I got money callin', got these niggas callin' quits Yeah, I just smashed on what's her name? And scratched her off my list Uh, and I just bought another Lamb' and parked it on my wrist (skrrt) I hopped out sippin' Wock' and Tris, yellow diamonds when I piss I know you never, ever, ever seen a youngin' flex like this I'm 'bout my cheddar, mozzarella, never catch me in the mix I put that metal on whoever, nigga, never go for shit Yeah, I told you I was six playin' with sticks (yeah) At nine with that Aster, to this day, won't go for shit (yeah) Yeah, I got money on my mind and on my line, I gotta get it Yeah, I'm addicted to the money, I'm a junkie, I'm just tryna hit another lick Baby, what you see is what you get (bitch, baby) I'm a street nigga, but I'm rich (rich, rich, rich, rich, yeah) Nigga, what you see is what you get We in the Maybach truck, ridin' with them sticks (sticks, sticks, sticks, sticks, bitch) Baby, what you see is what you get I just put a house on my wrist (wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist) Uh, nigga, what you see is what you get I done fucked around and hit a lick (lick, lick, lick, lick) Woah

Quien te pego que no te sobo Con tramas y complejos te ves Uh hace 6 meses no te conocian Y a tu grupo nadie ponia interes Siente el chispoteo y el secillo pego Eres el sabor del mes Hasta pusiste alfombra roja en la entrada de tu casa Y te sientes bien cuando sales Baba babajale jo to baba Bababajale de watts Quien te mintio y no se disculpo Ahora que tienes cache Te metes hasta el dedo y rolas con modelos Pa' mi que eres todo un cliche Mas rock'n'roll y menos glamor Eres un nefasto porque Si te tomas muy en serio nadie mas lo hara Y eso es un das para el mueble Baba babajale jo to baba Bababajale de watts Baba babajale jo to baba Bababajale de watts

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