Lyrics Spoiled /Don't Do Me (Skit) [feat. Jig Nice & Pro T Freeze Daddy/Don't Do Me] - D. Weathers feat. Jig Nice & Pro T Freeze Daddy/Don't Do Me

Uh
Gucci luggage got you

Gucci luggage got you trippin
Get to swinging
I be dippin
Wait a minute
Who you hittin?
Got you feeling yo self all of a sudden
Birkin bags from Hermès
Chanel on her belt
Spent the money right
So you could take pictures of yo self
Wanting private flights and throwing a fit for outfits
Stomp yo feet
Suck yo teeth
Act like a brat for some kicks
Breakfast in bed with some gifts
Just to start up yo day
Will expensive cosmetics put a smile on yo face? I'm like

If I turnt you on
With things I said
Would I be wrong?
And if I kissed that spot
Every time you get mad, would that make you stop?
So whenever you throw a fit
You just tell me what you want and I'll grant yo wish

Now if we shot these licks
Would you give it to me? Or would you leave me sick?
Could see it all in yo face
At the moment you don't really want me loving you
Catch a attitude when I'm touching you
You acting spicy but you see me tryin ah make it up to you
Get a different feeling when I'm fucking you
Shawty you so lovable
I look into yo eyes
I'm feeling on yo thighs
Work yo body like a job baby
You my 9 to 5
For you I'm on my grind
I put in overtime
Send you text throughout the day to let you know you on my mind ha

If I turnt you on
With things I said
Would I be wrong?
And if I kissed that spot
Every time you get mad, would that make you stop?
So whenever you throw a fit
You just tell me what you want and I'll grant yo wish

Baby I just wanna smoke my weed
Now she going to get pampered how much you need?
I'm talking hair down
Pedicures
Let me eat you on a pedestal
Ima never lose
On a fast track to get to you
That bracelet Cartier
She wanna party in the day
I don't deserve her
I'm feeling sorry in a way
I'll have her ripping down the tapestry
Babygirl what you make of me?
How much you think I make a week?
Me you and a 8th of tree
Play the front, come take a seat
And come and ride with me
Come and vibe with me
Babygirl get high with me

If I turnt you on
With things I said
Would I be wrong?
And if I kissed that spot
Every time you get mad, would that make you stop?
So whenever you throw a fit
You just tell me what you want and I'll grant yo wish

Now you know everything a yes
Shit
You don't even know what no is
You my spoiled lil brat

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Bitch don't fuckin do me
You know exactly what you did
And when I see you it's on sight
Why the fuck I gotta hear from somebody else you fucking with Weathers?
Thought we went way fuckin back bitch like big super size fries and Big Macs
You out here, you got me fucked up
Like you got another friend?
I'll slap that bitch okay?
Don't fuckin do me
What ya do? go out to eat?
Huh? Cause you know Iikes to eat I be hungry
Don't fuckin do me that's mad selfish
Not to mention you ain't even pick up ya phone got me out here
Talking to voice mails and shit, you know I don't do that
When I see you
I'm snatching your lashes right off ya face
You got me fucked up
Like no deadass, you probably over there
At that n***a house Gucci bag packed for a whole weekend
Like don't do me
Call me back