Wut We Doin? feat. Cap.1

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What we doin'? What we doin'? What we doin'? What we doin'? Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it What we doin'? What ya doin? What we doin'? What ya doin? What we doin'? What ya doin? What we doin'? Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it I am gettin' to the money Crocodile dundee VIP at the bank, I can go on Sunday At the strip club, two girls in front of me Bend over hut one, hut two, hut three Polo on my drawers, Polo on my shirt I put Polo on your bra bitch, that Polo, Polo, Polo Every time you see me takin' photo after photo At the red light nigga photo after photo Stretch to impress, snow on my chest I don't like her if she got a 'fro between her legs I'm a real nigga, and bitches like real So you is what I ain't and it is what it is What we doin'? What we doin'? What we doin'? What we doin'? Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it What we doin'? What ya doin? What we doin'? What ya doin? What we doin'? What ya doin? What we doin'? Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Woah kemosabe, smokin' is my hobby Woah kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby Woah kemosabe, I'm matter in the lobby Then I took her to my room and I got that sloppy toppy No matter what I'm doing, no matter where I'm going I am so far ahead I'll see you niggas in the morning Two chains on my first chain started cloning If I die tonight I got a bank roll on me Versace, cheese on my broccoli Gold rollie on all you watchin' all my watches Stretchin' out like pilates Wash it in my condo, suicide doors Rest in peace to my car door What we doin'? What we doin'? What we doin'? What we doin'? Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it What we doin'? What ya doin? What we doin'? What ya doin? What we doin'? What ya doin? What we doin'? Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Look, I am gettin' to that paper ma I'll see you later Let the top back all you see is gator Bad bitch with me got my name on her She got the five purse pussy got the change on her All I do is fuckin' rap and rap and fuck some groupies Fuck her with the camera rollin' make a fuckin' movie Everywhere I go I'm strapped got that fuckin' tooly Shout out to all my niggas in the hood, every city that I roll I'm gucci Whole team with me, spinnin', two liter sprite, OZs in it Double cuppin' then double up got another chick she want to come for lunch Got a best friend I made her roll up the blunts, don't do that check and let the ho get choosin' South side nigga, ho we coolin' What we doin'? What we doin'? What we doin'? What we doin'? Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it What we doin'? What ya doin? What we doin'? What ya doin? What we doin'? What ya doin? What we doin'? Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it Gettin' to it