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(Recess is over, let's get right into it)
(Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)

{Chorus}
I do what I do what I wanna do
I do what I do what I wanna do
Can't make me do what you want me too
If you wanted too
I do what I do what I wanna do
I do what I do what I wanna do
Can't make me do what you want me too
If you wanted too

{Verse 1}
Hey, chill with your wordz (ah)
I'm just living my life (yah)
You gettin' on my nerves (ah)
You need to get you a life (ah)
Move around get swerve (ah)
You gettin' too close to my vibez (ah)
You a goofy you a nerd (uh)
If I was you I would hide
If I was you I'll move around (yuh)
Yeah you are a goofy goof (oo)
You stank like dookie duke (ew)
I jip like Lil Uzi do (yuh yuh)
This is me this is no luck
I say what's sup and not check the deuce (bye)
Let me go yea let me loose (Ice)
I got the drip yea I got the juice (juice, juice)
Don't think cause I'm young
That I am dumb I get the thumbs up (what)
Large bill when it comes
Never be a bum my money come up (oh oh)
Drip drop drip drop
Gucci flips flop gotta be tip top (top)
Another bag at the gift shop (ya)
I'll make you jump to the hip hop (ay ay)
{Chorus}
I do what I do what I wanna do
I do what I do what I wanna do
Can't make me do what you want me too
If you wanted too
I do what I do what I wanna do
I do what I do what I wanna do
Can't make me do what you want me too
If you wanted too

{Verse 2}
If I was you I would stay away
Unless you like second place
I eat big I’m on my second plate
I’ve been lit since the second grade
Mirror mirror on the wall can’t tell me nothing like I’m Lil Nas X
Perfect score on the STAR test
Your raps make me nauseous
Yuh, yuh
I tell your boss how to boss up
Teach ya how to stir the sauce up
Lyrics Lipgloss n’ I gloss up
They hollerin’ out “Aw shucks!”
Lay Lay got ‘em star struck
Want the party lit call us
No NBA but we ball us
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I’m on my focus
How I spit I’m the coldest
Hocus pocus I know you bogus
Drip like syrup on French toast
I’m in the game you on the bench bro
You jump but I didn’t flinch though
Hair long like a trench coat
I bully the bullies
Designer pants with the hoodie
And my bag like goodies
On my ten toes like footies
I was born with the boogie
Boogie, boogie, boogie, boogie
Don’t skip
I don’t shoot hooky
I get to the chips like cookies

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