Dont Do It - 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

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

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)

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

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…

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…

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