Casisdead - D.W.I.D. lyrics

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Casisdead - D.W.I.D. lyrics

[Intro: Dream Mclean] What it do What it do, easy [Verse 1: Dream Mclean] 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 [Hook: Dream Mclean] 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 [Verse 2: Professor Green] Oi Dream, I was in the pool canoodling too If I'm a noodle, well, then you're a f**ing 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 c**aine, marijuana and ketamine In a strip club trying not to slip up and lose my wedding ring [Hook: Dream Mclean] [Verse 3: CAS] You know what I do, c**aine, 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 n***as 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 [Hook: Dream Mclean]

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