[Chorus: Nasty_C] 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 Grab on and hold on baby Grab on and hold on baby Don't do it You know the devil gon' test you Don't you fold under the pressure baby Don't do it, don't do it
[Verse 1: Nasty_C] 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
[Chorus: Nasty_C] They gon' tell you bout the high, don't do it They gon' make you smoke that loud, don't do it (yeah) Don't do it Grab on and hold on baby Grab on and 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
[Verse 2: Nasty_C] 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 naked 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...
[Chorus: Nasty_C] They gon' tell you bout the high, don't do it They gon' make you smoke that loud, don't do it (yeah) Don't do it Grab on and hold on baby Grab on and 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
[Verse 3: Tellaman] (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 star now Should be gliding on top of the clouds 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 historic 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....
[Hook: Nasty_C & Tellaman] They gon' tell you bout the high, don't do it They gon' make you smoke that loud, don't do it (yeah) Don't do it Grab on and hold on baby Grab on and 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 itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
