Things You Do

(Could’ve been anything
That you wanted to,
And I can tell
By the way you, do, the things you do
You do, You do, yea)

I told my girl I want a crib
Now she finger-fuckin’ a bag
N****s sayin’ they hit my chick
Like I care about what they had
All this money that I got
Made lil baby forget her past
Centurion unlimited I ain’t carrying cash
You a mood, yea
Feel like I’m the man when I’m with you, yea
Said I love you and you said it too, yea
Your the only one and that’s the truth
I ain’t no ghost
But since your mine, your are my boo
Yea, your my boo
Bought some slippers and they only fit on you
Them Cinderellas, got you drippin’ in Margiela
Yea
You got ya grove back, something like Stella
Gotta smile so bright, you could’ve been a candle
I’m holding you so tight, I’mma never let yo hand go
Nooooo

Could’ve been anything that you wanted to
And I can tell
By the way you do, the things you do
You do, You do, Yea

Could’ve been anything that you wanted to
And I can tell
By the way you do, the things you do
You do, You do, Yea

Look,
Lil baby done stole my heart, I call her my cool crook
She love when I read her mind, like my little school book
I fell in love with her soul, and she blessed me with her looks
Brazilian girly so fine, and we binding we bonding
Sip a little wine and she grinding
If I was a judge, she would have to be my finding
And she ain’t no snitch, but she love Sixty-nining
Flip her over then I hit it, hit it from behind then
Arch her back, just like that
Finger in her booty, make my bitch climax
After she done, we go do it again
And ain’t no ring on it but we more than friends, yea

Could’ve been anything that you wanted to
And I can tell
By the way you do, the things you do
You do, You do, Yea

Could’ve been anything that you wanted to
And I can tell
By the way you do, the things you do
You do, You do, Yea