DJ Kay Slay, French Montana, Rico Love, Fat Joe - Don't Do It lyrics
DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.
[DJ Kay Slay, French Montana, Rico Love, Fat Joe - Don't Do It lyrics]
Them niggas got an attitude when
We pull in them cars
Shutting down the avenue and they
Start actin’ like ‘em broads
Don’t, don’t do it, don’t
Don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it!
(Turn the lights down)
They call me Joey PYREX
Cause, I whip it the good
Niggas ain’t recognize yet
But they bitches do
Nah, I ain’t throwin’ up no sets
But my niggas do
Versace frames, Versace chains
That’s what Big would do
Aquafina, she got that Aquafina
So much ass up in this car
You would think it’s La Marina
And this chain weigh two kilos
Bought that bitch in 88′ tattoo Al Pacino
Deep dish in that paper plate
(Don’t do it) I’mma work of
Art but these gats deep
(Don’t do it) I’m Leonardo, Great Gatsby
Swimming pools, day parties
White girls doin’ cocaine prolly
She gave strep, she’ll leave ok
That bitch sound like James Harden
Them niggas got an attitude when
We pull in them cars
Shutting down the avenue and they
Start actin’ like ‘em broads
Don’t, don’t do it, don’t
Don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it!
(Montana, turn the lights on)
All my dawgs stylin’, got em feelin’ awkward
Them niggas foul, Joey Crawford
Don’t do it, , eight digit's, blew it
And I caught up whippin’
Hard like Martha Stewart
I’m talkin’ thirty chains, thirty clip a pint
Gettin’ brain, make a mill
Watchin’ niggas change
Shit get strange, them coke boys be whylin’
Drop head, no molly, More O’s, more problems
I say fuck hoes, more comic
Them niggas got an attitude when
We pull in them cars
Shutting down the avenue and they
Start actin’ like ‘em broads
Don’t, don’t do it, don’t
Don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it!
(Turn the lights on)
Black drop-top, drop-crotch
Call me Hammer Time
Rolley black face with yellow diamonds
That’s a Dandelion phantom Spaceship
I could try that bitch and recline
And when you go to Hublot, tell em my name
The owner’s a friend of mine
I’m on every station, listen for my adlib
You came for vacation but nigga
That’s where I live gave my daddy my Benz
Gave my momma my Grammys
Still the king of the mill and
I run that bitch from Miami
Do somethin’, nigga!
Them niggas got an attitude when
We pull in them cars
Shutting down the avenue and they
Start actin’ like ‘em broads
Don’t, don’t do it, don’t
Don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it!
(Turn the lights on)
We pull in them cars
Shutting down the avenue and they
Start actin’ like ‘em broads
Don’t, don’t do it, don’t
Don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it!
(Turn the lights down)
They call me Joey PYREX
Cause, I whip it the good
Niggas ain’t recognize yet
But they bitches do
Nah, I ain’t throwin’ up no sets
But my niggas do
Versace frames, Versace chains
That’s what Big would do
Aquafina, she got that Aquafina
So much ass up in this car
You would think it’s La Marina
And this chain weigh two kilos
Bought that bitch in 88′ tattoo Al Pacino
Deep dish in that paper plate
(Don’t do it) I’mma work of
Art but these gats deep
(Don’t do it) I’m Leonardo, Great Gatsby
Swimming pools, day parties
White girls doin’ cocaine prolly
She gave strep, she’ll leave ok
That bitch sound like James Harden
Them niggas got an attitude when
We pull in them cars
Shutting down the avenue and they
Start actin’ like ‘em broads
Don’t, don’t do it, don’t
Don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it!
(Montana, turn the lights on)
All my dawgs stylin’, got em feelin’ awkward
Them niggas foul, Joey Crawford
Don’t do it, , eight digit's, blew it
And I caught up whippin’
Hard like Martha Stewart
I’m talkin’ thirty chains, thirty clip a pint
Gettin’ brain, make a mill
Watchin’ niggas change
Shit get strange, them coke boys be whylin’
Drop head, no molly, More O’s, more problems
I say fuck hoes, more comic
Them niggas got an attitude when
We pull in them cars
Shutting down the avenue and they
Start actin’ like ‘em broads
Don’t, don’t do it, don’t
Don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it!
(Turn the lights on)
Black drop-top, drop-crotch
Call me Hammer Time
Rolley black face with yellow diamonds
That’s a Dandelion phantom Spaceship
I could try that bitch and recline
And when you go to Hublot, tell em my name
The owner’s a friend of mine
I’m on every station, listen for my adlib
You came for vacation but nigga
That’s where I live gave my daddy my Benz
Gave my momma my Grammys
Still the king of the mill and
I run that bitch from Miami
Do somethin’, nigga!
Them niggas got an attitude when
We pull in them cars
Shutting down the avenue and they
Start actin’ like ‘em broads
Don’t, don’t do it, don’t
Don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it!
(Turn the lights on)
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