K. Forest - What It Do

Don't be afraid of the way you feel
(No, no don't be afraid baby)
I'll make you surrender to my loving baby
(I'm gonna make you surrender)

When I beat it up, I ain't saying nothing
Baby I'll be cool
Maybe we roll a blunt, like we did back in high school
You say you like my style, I like yours too
I like yours too
I like yours too
Tell me what it do?
When we vibin', am I slidin' in?
When I'm vibin'
Tell me what it do, when I'm vibin'?
Tell me what it do?
Tell me what it do?

What you know about K?
What you heard 'bout me?
Yeah I can rock your boat
Rock your world, yeah you'll see
Never lie when I stunt, yeah I keep it G
I'll keep us so discrete, low-key, low-key
Yeah, you lust baby
I know the feeling
Then have you coming back for more
It's like round three, I'm tryna up the score
Then we tie it up, like four to four
If we makin' noise should we close the door?
I'm tryna show you, what I got in store
You got that wet-wet, that ocean shore
Girl I'm on a vibe, girl I'm on a wave
Love it how you talking dirty
I love it how you misbehaving
Girl, it's just truth I'm stating
Pretty brown eyes, I rate it
Girl you ain't overrated, they just over-hating

What it do? What it do? (Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah)
What it do, do baby? (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

When I beat it up, I ain't saying nothing
Baby I'll be cool
Maybe we roll a blunt, like we did back in high school
You say you like my style, I like yours too
I like yours too
I like yours too
Tell me what it do?
When we vibin', am I slidin' in?
When I'm vibin'
Tell me what it do, when I'm vibin'?
Tell me what it do?
Tell me what it do?

What it do?
First class, yeah I flew
To you baby, to you baby
To Paris over-seas, your curves are a tease
I sin baby, I sin baby
Tell the lord I sin, by kissing on your skin
From your head to your back to your shin
Tell the lord I sin, 'cause I gotta cheat to win you
Bottles of that gin, 'cause I need to know what you in to
'Cause I've been here, waiting in my car
Thinking 'bout those things, that you said you are
She brown-skin from Berlin
Bring a friend for my friend
You on fleek, on ten
You work out to stay thin

What it do? What it do? (Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah)
What it do, do baby? (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

Written by:
Kashief Henson

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