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Why you do that? (It's that wave, it's that wave) I said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli not Charley baby Why you do that? She said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies Why you do that? I tried to tell you before I be gone but you wouldn't listen Why you do that? V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening Doin 95 in the Benz, see the feds on my ass Light the blunt, hit the music, then I step on the gas Now I'm speeding in the lane as if I had a quota Got my bitch, she shotgun with pizza and a cola She don't panic at all, my baby play it cool It don't matter police and all she spraying the tool It was just like yesterday when I gave her the penis She stroked my ego when she called me a musical genius Whatchu give me credit for? Baby I ain't shit 270 for a pound baby that ain't piff Biggaveli the type of nigga to skeet off the tool Raid the cabinets and the fridge and eat up all the food But the dick I lay it heavy, something like a Chevy Wit a V-10 engine sitting on 20 inch pirellis Baby girl was ready, in her eyes I was the shit 'Til she busted me wit another bitch And she said Songtexte Why you do that? I said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charley baby Why you do that? She said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies Why you do that? I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen Why you do that? V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening Got the game in the loop, keep the thang in the boot Got the virus to cook a pot of cocaine in the coupe I make it rain on ya stoop 40s, 20s and dimes They used to be Mason Betha now all the honeys is mine We get money In the grind We did it easy, no frontin' And did it in a way when niggas couldn't see me coming Better duck when niggas is gunnin' Of course y'all sure to rat I don't know what they told you, boss don do it big Capo up in the club, he poppin' them kleikas See him live up wit a bottle, he on top of the speakers Me I'm in the cut wit a skeezer, on my Biggavel shit Wife beater and a du-ey, slightly on my jail shit And I don't worry, these hoes and bitches they love us Every other city we go over, these bitches they wanna fuck us They fuck us and they trust us Have them head over heels 'Til you leave them in pain she said you don't know how it feels Why you do that? I said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charley baby Why you do that? She said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies Why you do that? I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen Why you do that? V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening Now these labels they want me, they say I got what it take Said I should be in the stu', instead of popping the eight Nigga my topic is the cake Jewelry, bitches, and cars Doin' it big wit all my niggas popping cris' in the bars I fuck wit the stars You can catch me out in Cali Lookin' for Caucasian bitches wit titties and a fatty Now I'm in the back of the Caddy, staring through my rear view Windows is getting foggy, I hope I got a clear view Bitch nigga I dare you, to shorten my cheese Only money, music and family important to me Baby you talking to me? "How you doin' Maxy" Had me in the club blowin my' stacks She said Why you do that? I said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charley baby Why you do that? She said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies Why you do that? I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen Why you do that? V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening Aus Songtexte Mania