What I Please lyrics

by

Lil Pump


[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up
b*tch
Lil Purpp bless your trap
Brr

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
I do what I want, what I please
b*tch wanna talk, gotta get on her knees
Seven chains on in the club, I might freeze
How the f*ck I got these bands in my jeans? (b*tch)
I do what I want, what I please
How the f*ck I got these bands in my jeans? (Uh)
Drop me a bag, f*ck a b*tch overseas (Uh)
Don't f*ck with n*ggas, I only got me (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Boy, you not tough, stop it (Yeah)
He got a gun but I came with a rocket (Brrt)
Big ass AR, that b*tch look like Ibaka (Yeah)
He talkin' crazy so we had to sock him (Sock)
Make the b*tch catch the balls, Pokémon (Ball)
Pulled out the Draco, he run like a marathon (Brrt, brrt)
b*tch, I be smoking that gas at the marathon (Gas)
Hop out the coupe, that b*tch look like a Megatron (Skrrt)
f*ck her so hard that she thought she gave birth
He tried to rob me, now he on a shirt (b*tch)
I need my money, I know what I'm worth
Since I was 12 I've been geeking off Perc's (Yeah)
All of these n*ggas, they hate it
Think I'ma f*ck on his b*tch but she basic (Wow)
I might just do it, I know he gon' hate it
I'm way too grimy, I'm slimy, no gator ('Purpp)
B-b*tch I'm a bat, uh
f*ck Instagram, we don't do none of that
You got a show, we pop out where you at (Brrt)
Let him get rowdy, six shots in his back (Brrt)
You n*ggas pus*y, a dyke with a strap
He got a check, I'ma need all of that
n*gga want smoke then you know where I'm at (Uh)
n*gga want beef, we can cook some of that (Uh)
[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
I do what I want, what I please (Please)
b*tch wanna talk, gotta get on her knees (b*tch)
Seven chains on in the club, I might freeze (Purpp)
How the f*ck I got these bands in my jeans? (b*tch)
I do what I want, what I please (Huh)
How the f*ck I get these bands in my jeans? (Uh, uh)
Drop me a bag, f*ck a b*tch overseas (Skrrt, skrrt)
Don't f*ck with n*ggas I only got me, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
If a n*gga try me then it turn to Armageddon
I'll stomp a n*gga out like he had a foot fetish (Grra)
When it comes to money, is it debit or the credit?
But either way it go, I'ma still make lettuce
Vegan stackin' up kale, no Kenan
'Bout to make a hit like Negan, uh (b*tch)
Gotta get some land 'cause I really wanna Stockholm
Like a n*gga talkin' 'bout Sweden, uh (Hah)
All over Earth, 'cause I do this sh*t effortless
Run 'round the city like walls with no Mexicans (Ooh)
Yeah, I got bars, but you know I'm the best at this (Ooh)
f*ck with the lord when I start to play Tekken, b*tch (Ooh)
I do not swear under oath (Nah)
If you get dumped, then I turn to a ghost (Bah-bah)
Pull up and dump, b*tch, you think it's a hoax (Rah-rah)
Eazy-E Locs, they could never approach me
Love me a grill so I cop me a set (Set)
Like the Republic, I stay with a check (Check)
Chicken head b*tches be breakin' they neck over di*k
She gon' be down from the get
Stay makin' moves with the hits like a blitz
Do some Muay Thai then I copped me some kicks
If I'm in London I might hit a sket
But I'd rather make money than spend on a trick, Zel
[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
I do what I want, what I please
b*tch wanna talk, gotta get on her knees
Seven chains on in the club, I might freeze
How the f*ck I got these bands in my jeans? (b*tch)
I do what I want, what I please
How the f*ck I got these bands in my jeans? (Uh)
Drop me a bag, f*ck a b*tch overseas (Uh)
Don't f*ck with n*ggas, I only got me (Yeah)
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