Do She by Hendrix Lamar Lyrics
This is a joke
Do she like me
Do she not
Do she like me
Do she not
808 drum on the beat, so icy
I got Louis on my shirt, don’t care if it’s pricey
Now I got her on her knee, and she say that it’s mighty
Yeah, yeah she say that it’s mighty, damn
I am the guy that you say that you wanna be and you're thinkin that you’re hot, that’s a hyperbole
Big brand buyer, never see me in Nike
Imma mix a bitch up now she comin’ back, spicy
And I'm rockin Rick Owens, damn it’s lookin so icy
Time to chop a veggie up, now we gettin real dicey, bling
Lil ass waist, big booty still poppin’
And I'm livin like Larry, 6 inches in her noggin’
Gotta tell her I got cash and her panties keep droppin’
I was tryna kill it, so I put her in a coffin
7 round mag, finna put em in a casket
Don’t tell me that you love me, bitch you lookin real ratchet
Now we lookin’ at me stuntin’ in my V-Lone jacket
Guess I’m goin, fuck her like a jackrabbit
808 drum on the beat, so icy
I got Louis on my shirt, don’t care if it’s pricey
Now I got her on her knee, and she say that it’s mighty
Yeah, yeah she say that it’s mighty, damn
Microsoft life, never fuckin with a Sony
Imma run a damn army like it’s 2012 Kone, B!
Thrust game clean, now she kickin like a pony
And my splash game real, ya you know I hit that “KOBE”
Do she like me? Do she not? Fuck a thot
Came up with a plot, let it bang a lot
Do she like me
Do she not
Do she like me
Do she not
808 drum on the beat, so icy
I got Louis on my shirt, don’t care if it’s pricey
Now I got her on her knee, and she say that it’s mighty
Yeah, yeah she say that it’s mighty, damn
I am the guy that you say that you wanna be and you're thinkin that you’re hot, that’s a hyperbole
Big brand buyer, never see me in Nike
Imma mix a bitch up now she comin’ back, spicy
And I'm rockin Rick Owens, damn it’s lookin so icy
Time to chop a veggie up, now we gettin real dicey, bling
Lil ass waist, big booty still poppin’
And I'm livin like Larry, 6 inches in her noggin’
Gotta tell her I got cash and her panties keep droppin’
I was tryna kill it, so I put her in a coffin
7 round mag, finna put em in a casket
Don’t tell me that you love me, bitch you lookin real ratchet
Now we lookin’ at me stuntin’ in my V-Lone jacket
Guess I’m goin, fuck her like a jackrabbit
808 drum on the beat, so icy
I got Louis on my shirt, don’t care if it’s pricey
Now I got her on her knee, and she say that it’s mighty
Yeah, yeah she say that it’s mighty, damn
Microsoft life, never fuckin with a Sony
Imma run a damn army like it’s 2012 Kone, B!
Thrust game clean, now she kickin like a pony
And my splash game real, ya you know I hit that “KOBE”
Do she like me? Do she not? Fuck a thot
Came up with a plot, let it bang a lot