Maybe I Do (ft. Futuristic & James Davidson) Songtext
von Huey Mack
Maybe I Do (ft. Futuristic & James Davidson) Songtext
(Oh) I came to raise hell (yeah)
Hope I got good enough homies to post bail (yeah)
′Cause I don't really think I′d do that well in jail
Tequila got me movin' slower than two snails, or post mail
Who you know that got it like this?
Only chubby kid you know to end up taking your bitch
Wanna leave? I'll hit the Uber, we can bounce real quick
I′ll get you off like Johnny Cochran, and I mean that shit (woo-hoo)
Young, chubby, money-hungry, sex symbol
Every time I′m in your city, shit liver than Jimmy Kimmel, you know
Wanna party? Then I know where to start (vroom, vroom)
I got the loud, I burn it down like it was Joan of Arc (smoke, smoke)
I make a song, kill it every time, dog (time, dog)
They hate me 'cause I speak my fuckin′ mind, dog (ah)
I don't care, I′m poolside just fine, dog
With two women cleaning up the wood, like Pine-Sol (yeah)
Tequila got me feelin' crazy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Forgive me for the things I say (uh-huh, uh-huh)
When I get drunk, I love to talk my shit (gotta talk my shit)
No, I don′t really feel that way
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh (whoo)
Ooh (yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh (uh), ah, ah
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh (ay)
Ooh (yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh (oh), ah, ah
Or maybe I do
Yo, I talk my shit when I'm faded (when I'm faded)
I beat your ass like Jaden Smith after trainin′ (bang, bang)
I fuck around and leave someone′s face on the pavement
Two bottles got a nigga walking circles like I'm racing
Grand Theft Auto, wasted
House party, take your girlfriend to the basement
Cops come, tryna shut down the operation
You might get saved by the bell summin′ like Slater
Like a waiter, here's a tip, lil′ homie, take a hike
I like my Peach Ciroc with Sprite
I'm Superman, no kryptonite
I might just fuck your bitch tonight
Man, let me talk my shit tonight
Got all these people watching me like you used to watch Nick at Nite
Tequila got me feelin′ crazy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Forgive me for the things I say (uh-huh, uh-huh)
When I get drunk, I love to talk my shit (gotta talk my shit)
No, I don't really feel that way
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh (whoo)
Ooh (yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh (uh), ah, ah
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh (ay)
Ooh (yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh (oh), ah, ah
Or maybe I do
Tequila got me feelin' crazy (crazy)
Forgive me for the things I say (say)
When I get drunk, I love to talk my shit (talk my shit)
No, I don′t really feel that way
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh (whoo)
Ooh (yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh (uh), ah, ah
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh (ay)
Ooh (yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh (oh), ah, ah
Or maybe I do...
Hope I got good enough homies to post bail (yeah)
′Cause I don't really think I′d do that well in jail
Tequila got me movin' slower than two snails, or post mail
Who you know that got it like this?
Only chubby kid you know to end up taking your bitch
Wanna leave? I'll hit the Uber, we can bounce real quick
I′ll get you off like Johnny Cochran, and I mean that shit (woo-hoo)
Young, chubby, money-hungry, sex symbol
Every time I′m in your city, shit liver than Jimmy Kimmel, you know
Wanna party? Then I know where to start (vroom, vroom)
I got the loud, I burn it down like it was Joan of Arc (smoke, smoke)
I make a song, kill it every time, dog (time, dog)
They hate me 'cause I speak my fuckin′ mind, dog (ah)
I don't care, I′m poolside just fine, dog
With two women cleaning up the wood, like Pine-Sol (yeah)
Tequila got me feelin' crazy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Forgive me for the things I say (uh-huh, uh-huh)
When I get drunk, I love to talk my shit (gotta talk my shit)
No, I don′t really feel that way
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh (whoo)
Ooh (yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh (uh), ah, ah
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh (ay)
Ooh (yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh (oh), ah, ah
Or maybe I do
Yo, I talk my shit when I'm faded (when I'm faded)
I beat your ass like Jaden Smith after trainin′ (bang, bang)
I fuck around and leave someone′s face on the pavement
Two bottles got a nigga walking circles like I'm racing
Grand Theft Auto, wasted
House party, take your girlfriend to the basement
Cops come, tryna shut down the operation
You might get saved by the bell summin′ like Slater
Like a waiter, here's a tip, lil′ homie, take a hike
I like my Peach Ciroc with Sprite
I'm Superman, no kryptonite
I might just fuck your bitch tonight
Man, let me talk my shit tonight
Got all these people watching me like you used to watch Nick at Nite
Tequila got me feelin′ crazy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Forgive me for the things I say (uh-huh, uh-huh)
When I get drunk, I love to talk my shit (gotta talk my shit)
No, I don't really feel that way
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh (whoo)
Ooh (yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh (uh), ah, ah
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh (ay)
Ooh (yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh (oh), ah, ah
Or maybe I do
Tequila got me feelin' crazy (crazy)
Forgive me for the things I say (say)
When I get drunk, I love to talk my shit (talk my shit)
No, I don′t really feel that way
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh (whoo)
Ooh (yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh (uh), ah, ah
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh (ay)
Ooh (yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh (oh), ah, ah
Or maybe I do...
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