Oh Let’s Do It lyrics

by

Kanye West


[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Ooh, L-Don
f*ck that interface, dawg, go to work, yeah
Picante in this b*tch with me
Fuq', hit the weed
You got all that sh*t? Yeah, ugh, ugh

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
I got Young Money up, and now, I got my feet up
Tune in this b*tch, tell my n*ggas throw them Bs up
Doing what the f*ck I want, hate me all the f*ck you want
Real n*ggas f*ck with me, and I don't give a f*ck who don't
Lock the CEO up; and I'm the CEO, f*ck
Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush
Drink 'til I throw up; n*gga, roll more blunts
Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once
Hit 'em with the shotgun, call that sh*t the "stop button"
Call me Dr. Carter, AKA "Young Wild n*gga"
AKA "No trial, n*gga," AK, click-clack, pow, n*gga
f*cking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal, n*gga
Yeah! Haha! Swagger stupid, pack a Uzi
Hundred clips, n*gga? That's a movie — Aim at your toupée
You sweet as Kool-Aid, cream brulée
I'm sharp as Blu-Ray, I f*ck her today
Then she gotta skate — Young Lupe
I hit the beat hard — Bobby Boucher
I keep them tools on me, get the screwface
Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet
L.V.'s, n*gga, on every suitcase
Y.M., n*gga, it's a new day
We the champions, n*gga, hoo-ray
Yeah! Hammer in the Louis duff'
Take a n*gga b*tch, she gave me brains until I knew enough
Bullet come too fast to adjust
I don't give a f*ck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up
Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up
I'm Weezy F., and the "F" is for "Flame"
Eat these rappers, chef up the game
sh*t on the track, sh*t on the train
Murder the beat—the beat was slain
Rest In Peace; that's a shame, he kill anybody song
Versatile as f*ck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome
No homo, you rocking wrong; Rest In Peace, my styrofoam
Now they wanna know what I be on
Get the f*ck off my di*k, my c*ck, my bone
B—Big money, my pockets long; New Orleans, I got my home
And they got my back—pause; no homo, no maricón
Smoking on that private-grown, it put me where I belong
All about my cheese; cheddar, mozzarella, provolone
f*ck her for an hour-long, let her take a shower, gone
Sorry baby, but I'm in my I-don't-wan'-be-bothered zone
Yeah! Haha, you're a groupie, get on your duty
Two women give me head, call that "Two-face"
b*tch, I'm too great, take your food tray, I was born on doomsday
Ugh! Ai—Ain't no n*gga like me
"What's up?" to my gang, big Bs, like a Breitling
Take a n*gga b*tch, she ride my di*k, like she cycling
Then, she can't walk, run, or jump; like white men
Ugh! F—f*ck you n*ggas wanna do?
No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F., the "F" is for "f*ck what you’re going through"
Make your people mourn you
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Haha! OK, let's do it
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