Do It to You lyrics

[Intro: The Game]
Cool and Dre

[Verse 1: The Game]
We was f*cking all night, she ain't complain one time
Know that pus*y swole up, but she said that it was fine
So I dove in it
Right stroke, left stroke, di*k swole in it
No other di*k can fit, left a di*k mould in it
I make the pus*y say, "Aah" cause it's no limit
Put my key in her garage, put the whole Rolls in it
Wraith, love the way you give a n*gga face
Love the way that b*tch say, "(Trey) Trey"

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
You know I'm a cold n*gga
pus*y got me high, but she keep it on the low, n*gga
Inspiration to the broke n*ggas
Middle finger to the gold-diggers
Give it to her like, "Aah"
About my business, baby, bet I put your ass to work
Then once I hit it, baby, I'm a make that pus*y squirt
(And I know you're Trey's b*tch, but it's okay for me to flirt, let's go)

[Verse 2: The Game]
Two cups, XO, one Wraith
Two seats, your face, my lap, baby
You gotta stay away from n*ggas that be on
I just wanna f*ck, then I pro'ly leave you 'lone
Get back to this pimp sh*t that I'm on
Three b*tches at a time, let 'em all blow my mind
And I'm a make that pus*y mine
I be staring at the pus*y like, "Damn, that pus*y fine"
I ain't looking at your face 'til it's running down your make-up
[Pre-Chorus: The Game]
I'm a do it to you, I'm a do it to you
Ass down, face up, I can't be faithful, no, I can't be loyal
If you looking for commitment, then this di*k ain't for you
But you know for sure…

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
You know I'm a cold n*gga
pus*y got me high, but she keep it on the low, n*gga
Inspiration to the broke n*ggas
Middle finger to the gold-diggers
Give it to her like, "Aah"
About my business, baby, bet I put your ass to work
Then once I hit it, baby, I'm a make that pus*y squirt
(And I know your Trey b*tch, but it's okay for me to flirt, let's go)

[Verse 3: The Game]
Plus I got more b*tches than this n*gga do
More hoes than August and it's only July
And why would dude lie? More hoes than Chris
More hoes than R. Kelly, I put that on my p*ss
And, no, it ain't a diss if I ain't talking 'bout Karrueche
I put this Roman candle all in your coochie
She acting bougie, but she ride it like a hoopty
And if you come around, you already know that…
[Pre-Chorus: The Game]
I'm a do it to you, I'm a do it to you
And I can't be faithful, no, I can't be loyal
If you worried 'bout the next b*tch, then this di*k ain't for you
Go on, tap

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
You know I'm a cold n*gga
pus*y got me high, but she keep it on the low, n*gga
Inspiration to the broke n*ggas
Middle finger to the gold-diggers
Give it to her like, "Aah"
About my business, baby, bet I put your ass to work
Then once I hit it, baby, I'm a make that pus*y squirt
(And I know your Trey b*tch, but it's okay for me to flirt, let's go)