Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Please Don't, artist - Skooly. Date of issue: 05.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Please Don't |
| Young nigga thuggin' for a reason, pro’ly cause it’s all that they teach him |
| I come through killin' every season, pray they don’t call the policeman |
| Please don’t call the policeman, please don’t call the policeman |
| Please don’t call the policeman, please don’t call the policeman |
| All I ever wanted was respect, young nigga thuggin' in the streets |
| Please don’t call the detective, please don’t call the police! |
| Please don’t call the policeman, please don’t call the policeman |
| Please don’t call the police, please don’t call the police |
| Wait, verse time, killin' these niggas, it’s murk time |
| Puttin' these niggas in a hearse time |
| To my enemies, I done had worse times |
| Nigga, it’s work time, put a pussy nigga in the dirt time |
| Really don’t wanna see me work, son — pull back the curtain, woo |
| Why you do 'em like that? |
| Boy you need to muhfuckin' stop that |
| Hangin' wit' the killers and I’m feelin' presidential |
| Big brother went and got the fuckin' drop head |
| Now I make a old bitch drop head, I’ll make yo' bitch drop head |
| Put the pedal to the floor, now her panties on the floor |
| Nigga, I’ll make yo' bitch drop that! |
| I smoke the most of the reefer, hangin' wit' Dos Cadenas |
| Made it rain, hurricane, give out that money like FEMA |
| Turn that lil bitch to Katrina, fuck up the money from features |
| Watch how a thug get a Beamer all from rappin' and singin' |
| Really ate in these streets like a stray dog |
| Coupe wit' the roof you could take off, crew finna take off |
| Killin' these hoes if I pull up wit' tech |
| Cause the will save y’all |
| Ended up hustlin', wanted to play ball |
| Got addicted to watchin' that lean drip |
| Now I step in the mall wit' a stack of new hundreds |
| Run through that blue cheese like it’s wing dip |
| Most of my Locs be like «Fre$h, you too clean, Crip» |
| Don’t work out that much but my jeans ripped |
| Class by myself like detention |
| Cause most of the niggas wife hoes I done seen strip |
| So I had to give these hoes |
| I had to give these hoes someone to pay |
| She pull up on me when she wantin' that pipe |
| Nigga, yo' crib is just somewhere to stay |
| All I had in the trap was a blunt and a K |
| (And) a bundle of yay |
| Most the fiends don’t believe that I made a transition |
| They still call my number today |
| Extended the clips for them niggas who say they will rob me |
| It ain’t hard to find me |
| If the proof’s in the pudding then call me Bill Cosby |
| Or just ask my mama, it ain’t no mistake that a |