Текст песни Dont Do It - Nasty C feat. Telleman
They
gon'
tell
you
bout
the
high,
don't
do
it
They
gon'
make
you
smoke
that
loud,
don't
do
it
Grab
on
it,
hold
on
baby
Grab
on
it,
hold
on
baby
Don't
do
it
You
know
the
devil
gon'
test
you
Don't
you
fall
under
the
pressure
baby
Don't
do
it
Don't
do
it
They
tell
me
that
this
good
guy
shit
is
not
working
out
They
say
I
need
a
different
plan
I
need
to
get
one
of
these
famous
niggas'
girlfriends
naked
And
put
the
video
on
Instagram
Trust
me
if
I
pour
her
up
a
bigger
glass
Then
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
in
the
club
getting,
a
lap
dance
from
a
big
one
But
I
was
on
my
phone
tweeting
bout
his
other
song
You
would
swear
I
couldn't
feel
nothing
Like
I
couldn't
feel
her
ass
I
was
at
the
club
getting,
a
little
too
drunk
for
a
little
man
Thinking
bout
how
God
can
take
it
all
away
Like
"Fooled
ya,
it
was
just
a
prank"
Should've
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
(yeah)
Grab
on
it,
hold
on
baby
Grab
on
it,
hold
on
baby
Don't
do
it
You
know
the
devil
gon'
test
you
Don't
you
fall
under
the
pressure
baby
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,
throwing
it
at
me
And
telling
me
how
I
really,
really
have
it
I
don't
know
a
fuck
nigga
in
my
whole
squad
People
asking
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
how
I
need
you
nigga
I
know
two
glasses
of
that
white
wine
gets
you
faded
Your
best
friend
always
been
lying
to
your
face
Why
you
think
she
tell
you
every
night
out
get
some
[?]
[?]
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've
been
on
my
toes
all
fucking
year
This
is
something
that
your
ears
must
hear
Cause
them
other
niggas
well
you
know...
They
gon'
tell
you
bout
the
high,
don't
do
it
They
gon'
make
you
smoke
that
loud,
don't
do
it
(yeah)
Grab
on
it,
hold
on
baby
Grab
on
it,
hold
on
baby
Don't
do
it
You
know
the
devil
gon'
test
you
Don't
you
fall
under
the
pressure
baby
Don't
do
it
Don't
do
it
(Tellaman
ohhh)
They
tell
me
that
this
guy
good
guy
shit
is
not
working
out
That
too
I'm
quiet,
I
need
to
loud
in
my
mouth
If
I
hit
it
I'll
elevate
to
a
higher
grade,
no
play
fair
They
tell
me
that
I'm
a
stoner
She'll
be
grinding
and
tugging
her
clothes
It's
easy
to
get
lost
in
the
moment
With
all
this
liquor
we've
been
pouring
The
smoke
in
the
air
got
you
choking
This
thing
got
you
pretty
[?]
Your
man
is
calling
but
you
ignore
it
Tonight
you're
the
one
I'll
be
scoring
You'll
regret
it
all
in
the
morning
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
They
gon'
make
you
smoke
that
loud,
don't
do
it
(yeah)
Grab
on
it,
hold
on
baby
Grab
on
it,
hold
on
baby
Don't
do
it
You
know
the
devil
gon'
test
you
Don't
you
fall
under
the
pressure
baby
Don't
do
it
Don't
do
it
1 Inspiration
2 Please - Interlude
3 Check
4 I Lie
5 Dont Do It
6 Squad Goals
7 Overload
8 Problems
9 Pressure
10 Good Girls And Snapchat Hoes
11 Hell Naw
12 Forget
13 25
14 Vent
15 Phases
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