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DO IT!
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DO IT! was released on 20 April 2026 by PWU RECORDS as a part of the album Tender Man 2
20 April 2026
LabelPWU RECORDS
LanguageEnglish
BPM120
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

In and out, somewhere else right now
Look away, close your eyes
Do, do-do, do
Do, do, do-do, do
In and out, somethin' new right now
Main thing, triple till it pipe down
On my own, only way I move now
Ever since I found out snakes 'round
**** walk around rich with a fake smile
Know that I been fakin' mine for a while now
Only real when I'm floatin' off that good za
That's the main reason I be gettin' high
Sober up, run it back, **** smoke pot
No pain when you rollin' up cherry pie
Spent forty on my shorty, baby, that's slight
Then I had to let her go, ****, that's life
I ain't got no regrets 'cause that pussy tight
I'd do that shit again if it feel right
I treat a bitch good, make her feel alive
But then it's hard to leave 'cause she wanna die
I be too scared to love, barely wanna try
Make me look into the mirror, ****, who am I?
Real mob made figure in a suit and tie
I don't gotta do a lot to see a **** die
Real mob shit, move like John Wick
Hella choppers in the back of a Buick
My lil' **** want bread, get to it
My baby do its get wild, get stupid
Baby do its get wild, get stupid
Baby do its get wild, get stupid
Baby do its get wild, get stupid
Baby do itsget wild, get stupid
My lil' **** want bread, get to it
My baby do its get wild, get stupid
Baby do its get wild, get stupid
Baby do its get wild, get stupid
Two man with D. Jones, I'm juicin'
I sit with the anchor, we mutin'
Just like Baby Maurii, I'm foolish, uh, uh
Pretty girls do whatever for a check, uh
Come give me that Kirk, that neck, uh
I don't like to ask for it, but I'm stressed
Cash App, Apple Pay, fuck text
I don't want small talk, want sex
And I'm tryna be together, that's dead
I might think about it if you give me good head
The best way to win my heart is in the bed
Need WAP, good sleep, no stress
Want hard band shit with thick legs
You fuckin' with this RN for the meds
**** got loose lips, they the feds
**** talk too much, they'll tell
How you broke with a Rollie you held?
Striped up, say Pharrell on the shelves
Rockin' Marni and Prada as well
Gettin' hate, people hopin' I fail
My own brothers like, "Uh, yeah"
Only thing that could hold me is jail
That's why my nose super clean for conceal
And it's not like I'm worried 'bout bail, uh, uh, yeah
And it's not like I'm worried 'bout bail, uh, ****, yeah
Yeah
Anchor
Pussy
Written by: Calipe Jones
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