Lil Durk – What You Do To Me lyrics

Take a ride with me in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star
I want you baby go hard, let’s take a ride off to Mars
Couple hate you baby, I made it
Everybody left you, I’ll take you
You backed out of relations, and we ain’t got a relation baby

What you do to me, what you do to me
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
What you do to me, baby what you do to me
Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star
I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
Baby

Change your life, change your life
Type of shit that I do
Make you fall in love
Type of shit that I do
You got me screamin' to the top of my lungs
You make me feel like I'm on top of the world
Need a nigga like Durk yeah
We could start a family, OTF yeah
He be off lean, still work me out
In that good pussy, good stroke yeah
All you bitches mad I came thru
And I locked it down, I hold it down, I got you baby
That's right, whoa, whoa
Real rider, coupe rider sider
Yeah that's my baby, I don't need no other driver
Don't need cash, I just bought Balenciaga's
He a savage, I love everything about him like...

What you do to me, what you do to me
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
What you do to me, baby what you do to me
Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star
I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
Baby

I don't sip Henny, so it's me, lean, and you
Like fuck on my niggas, you fuck with a savage
So I'm gon' crazy, they fuck wit you
Me, you, no others cool
Dej Loaf, baby I want you
Truth or dare so it’s true
Wanna blow that pussy like a flute
I'm wanna lean on it
Rap or sing on it
Put a ring on it, no Beyonce
We could be like Kim and Kanye
Except you could be my fiancé
Balenciaga's, you could have the joint
My show money, you can't afford it
Real shit, ain't just recording
Just made 20 off a tune
These bitches basic, they boring
Fake girls, I love those fibbers
She takin' singles, I blew it
And I can't wife these hoes, and she know it
She wantin' relations and I'm all for it
Baby what you do to me

What you do to me, what you do to me
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
What you do to me, baby what you do to me
Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star
I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
Baby