Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Do It, artist - Starlito. Date of issue: 25.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Do It |
| I spent most of my twenties with a 30-round clip |
| I spent most of my twenties and I stashed the hundreds |
| You gotta warrant that ain’t caught ya yet and keep running |
| I heard it all but won’t repeat nothin' |
| I’m thuggin', I’m grindin', tryna get that check |
| Phone ringing off the hook blame it on this connect |
| You might get finessed, tell you no disrespect |
| Gave em all ones, got it from the stripper (bitch) |
| I ain’t stressin', I ain’t stresin', I ain’t stressin' |
| I count the rest of this money when I finish countin' my blessings |
| You fucked up bout that bitch, I’m thinkin' bout her best friend |
| I’m guessin' that she restin', I just left her at the Western |
| She gave me a massage while you was sendin' text messages |
| She think she Nicki Minaj, I walk in my garage, I talk to all my cars |
| I load up all my guns and I ain’t thought about tomorrow |
| Don’t do it, don’t do it (don't do it) |
| I’m goin' through it (x4) |
| His big brother threw a cross cause he was mad about a bitch I was fuckin' |
| You can’t control no pussy spared your wife you know how I’m comin' |
| Cali your boy pull up with chaotic and then go to dumpin' |
| I’m from where heroin bumpin', gum bumpin' we bump ya |
| Let loose and flush you then trunk you |
| Gangsta how I be comin' |
| Offset some Porsches get at me |
| I know you bitches can’t stand me |
| One thang I love bout the game, you can’t get stripes from pretending |
| I take shots, be shooting shit but don’t no names’ll get mentioned |
| Pussy bite then he fishin' |
| Or might be in they feelings |
| Talkin' shit bout guerrillas, then you might swim with the fishes |
| Before Gucci went to jail these other rappers was timid |
| He got his time, they poke they head out, now they talk like they killers |
| Criminal-minded all on Instagram, in public pretenders |
| I wish somebody would challenge me, was born a contender |
| Louisiana, no flex zone, we stay bout our business |
| Ridin' all through East Atlanta without tint on the windows |