Testo Dont Do It - Nasty C
Testo della canzone Dont Do It (Nasty C), tratta dall'album Bad Hair
They gonna tell you 'bout the high
Don't do it
They gon' make you smoke that loud
Don't do it
Don't do it
Yeah
Grab on and hold on, baby
Grab on and hold on, baby
Don't do it
You know the devil gon' test ya
Don't you fall under the pressure, babe
Don't do it
Yeah
Don't do it
They tell me that this good guy shit is not workin' out
They say I need a different plan
I need to get one of these famous niggas girlfriends
They ain't care to put the video on Instagram
Trust me, if I pour up a bigger glass
And she'll show a little ass
And she might put her hands up in a nigga pants to make
Up for the little ass, 'cause she got a little ass
I was at the club gettin' a lap dance on my big one
But I was on my phone tweetin' 'bout this other song
You would swear I couldn't feel nothin', like I couldn't feel her ass
I was at the club gettin' a little too drunk for a little man
Thinkin' 'bout how God can take it all away, like, "Fooled ya
It was just a prank." Shoulda listened to your dad when he said...
He said...
They gon' tell you 'bout the high
Don't do it
They gon' make you smoke that loud
Don't do it
Don't do it
Yeah
Grab on and hold on, baby
Grab on and hold on, baby
Don't do it
You know the devil gon' test ya
Don't you fall under the pressure, babe
Don't do it
Don't do it
Look, Pops told me I am not the only nigga out here with a talent
Had to do whatever just to make it happen
Now I'm in the penthouse with Italian bitches, throwin'
It at me and tellin' me how I really, really have it
I don't know a fuck nigga in my whole squad
People askin' me where I got all this gold from
It's rose gold, nigga, ask me where it rose from
She never come to me when she got all her clothes on
Don't do it
You know I need you naked
I know two glasses of that white wine get you faded
Your best friend always been lyin' to your face
Why you think she tell you every night out get some pay?
She a bold chicken, yeah, fuck yeah
Yeah, fuck yeah
Come, come, come
You know that I got the real stuff here
What's a ballerina to me?
I been on my toes all fuckin' year
This is somethin' that your ears must
Hear 'cause them other niggas will
You know...
They gon' tell you 'bout the high
Don't do it
They gon' make you smoke that loud
Don't do it
Don't do it
Yeah
Grab on and hold on, baby
Grab on and hold on, baby
Baby
Don't do it
You know the devil gon' test ya
Whoa
Don't you fall under the pressure, babe
Don't do it
Tellin' me no
Don't do it
They tell me that this good guy shit's not workin' out
That I'm too quiet, I need the loud in my mouth
If I hit it, I'll elevate to a higher grade, never play it foul
They tell me that I'm a star now
Should be glidin' on top of the clouds
Oh
It's easy to get lost in the moment with
All of this liquor we've been pourin'
The smoke in the air got you chokin'
But thank God your pretty is soarin'
Your man is callin' but you ignore it
Tonight, you're the one who'll be scorin'
You'll regret it all in the mornin'
Your mama ain't raise you that way
Know what she said
Baby, she said...
They gon' tell you 'bout the high
Don't do it
Don't do it
They gon' make you smoke that loud
Don't do it
Don't do it
Don't do it
Don't do it
Yeah
Grab on and hold on, baby
Grab on and hold on, baby
Don't do it
Don't do it
Don't do it
You know the devil gon' test ya
Don't you fall under the pressure, babe
Don't do it
Don't do it
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Writer(s): Nsikayesizwe Ngcobo, Thelumusa Owen
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