D.W.I.D. - Dream Mclean, Professor Green, CASisDEAD

What it do

What it do, easy

I’ll make you do what it do, make you do what I do

Bad news cause I do it all, and if I do it

Then I’m doing a few, I’m doing you, true

Then you should be doing you too, just do you and be cool

Just be cool, you’ll be cool, baby, I knew you’d be cool

You are too beautiful to be suing people

And I’m pretty sure you asked me to let you pull on that zoot

Then put something in your drink, and then throw you in the pool

Twenty skinny white women in the pool with you too

Looking like noodles in soup, oh what a beautiful view

Coming down, come around, do the hula and hoop

And hope you’re gone before it’s gone too, toodle-oo

You say you want it all now

Tell me, what would you do for this?

You think I’m going all out

To tell you the truth, I’m just

Doing what I do, doing what I do

Doing what I do in here

Doing what I do, doing what I do

Doing what I do in here

Oi Dream, I was in the pool canoodling too

If I’m a noodle, well, then you’re a fucking poodle

Business as usual until the day that it’s toodle-doo

Until that day, all I’m ever gonna be’s brutal

I ain’t a wasteman but me, I’m out getting wasted

My palette ain’t selective, anything you’ve got, I’ll take it

My love ain’t in the money, waste it quicker than I make it

6am looking vacant as I wonder around naked

Feeling kinda saucy now that I’ve been on the condiments

Dick in my hand, holding my rod while I’m fishing for compliments

I’m on a mix of cocaine, marijuana and ketamine

In a strip club trying not to slip up and lose my wedding ring

You know what I do, cocaine, ket and the dizzle too

Model chick, 22, 23 on her shoes

She brought a friend, I brought a friend, hit them with some two on two

Friend’s clocking, bang her too, brain too, that’ll do

I do what I gotta do, then I tell them on their bike

On my bike, R6, one wheel, out of sight

Her figure’s slight, hair’s right, might let her stay the night

After hoovering that white, most of them become my type

Pushing keys sorta like when you type, all these niggas talking trap

But we know they talking tripe, I’ve been on it all my life

On my life, coke resi on my knife

Now I’m getting big racks, like the one that’s on my wife