What I Do chords by Juvenile, Waka Flocka Flame
Verse 1
Em
C
B
C
Uh, you know, we do this shit.
Em
We don't need no motherfuckin'
C
compliments, man.
B
We get this ass shot,
that shit we supposed to do,
C
Em
cause we some real niggas.
You follow me?
C
Em
B -niggas, ass -fuckin' -nigga, hoe.
C
Ryan Reams,
that shit we supposed to do.
Cause we some motherfuckin'
real niggas.
Em
She a bad bitch,
C
Em
supposed to fuck with some real niggas.
C
I'm good at what I do,
Em
C
Em
C
I'm at what I do
Em
C
And all my bad bitches,
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they'll throw me on next to Memphis
C
Em
C
Love cause they show me
Em
I'm good at what I do
C
And all my real niggas ridin' for me,
Em
C
if we peepin' all you bitches die slowly
Em
C
All the real niggas, they fuckin' with me
Bad bitches, they fuckin' with me
Em
In the VIP with my strap on me
C
Em
Blowin' gas, sippin' this copper in me
C
Shoes fendin' my jeans,
huntin' my shirt
Fendin' my buckle fendin'
Em
C
Em
She ain't no fun, crew can't hit her
C
I fuckin' pass him, ain't cuffin' any
Em
C
Believe or not, no fuckin' Ridley Hood
nigga drivin' this fuckin' Bentley
Don't play no games with
these lame niggas
Em
C
Stomp a nigga out if he scuff my titties
Every nigga round me, one hundred
Leave a hundred racks,
Em
they won't touch a penny
C
Bands on me, no twenties, fifties
I'm 100 pockets,
they stuffed for centuries
Em
C
This ain't blocky, a shooter
Damn right,
B
that's what I'm good at, n***a
You can try me if you want to
G
C
Get your shit pushed back, n***a
Em
C
Half a ticket on my neck like a dope boy,
B
lookin' like I cooked that, n***a
Flex! I'm a real jack boy,
C
G
C
caught a n***a slippin' and I took that,
n***a
Em
C
Em
I'm good at what I do,
C
good at what I do
I'm good at what I do,
Em
C
Em
C
good at what I do
Em
C
And all my bad bitches,
they'll throw me
I don't ask them if it's love,
Em
C
cause they show me
Em
I'm good at what I do
C
And all my real niggas ridin' for me
Em
If we peepin', all you bitches die slowly
J -J -Jack LaLanne, I'm flexin'
C
Real niggas, only my section
Barrick armor, my belt bucklin'
Em
C
Handcuffs on me, no arrestin' FN on my waistline,
kiss a fuck, nigga wanna test me
Elm Street, I'm fire,
real real right, nigga, no lefty
Actin' round town,
niggas know,
Em
blockin' real street, nigga, name heavy
C
In the bushes, that choppa, nigga,
Em
dressin' all black like Wesley
C
I'm a rich nigga for some red bottoms,
Em
she do anything, she bless me
C
Have a threesome with two bad bitches,
Em
I fuck all of her besties
C
Em
I don't smoke gas, no Reggie
C
B
If it ain't loud, don't pass it
Real street nigga with a bank account
Em
G
Em
200k on my mattress
C
Em
Won't ever change, always stay the same
C
B
Only thing that changes is my ad dress
And my standards can't fuck
with basics
Em
Bitches can't fuck with
her if she average
C
Em
C
Squad, fuck em, fuck em
I'm good at what I do, good at what I do
Em
C
I'm good at what I do, good at what I do
I'm good at what I do, good at what I do
I'm good at what I do
And all my bad bitches dare throw me,
Em
I don't ask some bitches
C
love cause they show me
Em
I'm good at what I do
C
And all my real niggas ridin' for me,
Em
C
if we peepin' all you bitches die slowly
G
C
I'm good at what I do
Em
C
C
What I Do
Juvenile, Waka Flocka Flame
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