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Correct Don't Do That Lyrics
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[Hook] .45 on me, big gun I'm havin' paper, nigga, better get some Two bitches with me and I ain't gotta pick one Lit in this bitch, brick on my left arm Poured up a four, Brett Favre V12 engine, NASCAR Don't do that, my nigga, quick draw Big Ahk in Louis, Farrakhan Don't do that, my nigga, won't make it far Don't do that, my nigga, strapped up like a cop Don't do that, my nigga, I'm ready for war Pull up with dirty sticks in a stolen car How you gon' rob me? Nigga, I rob My niggas with me, what the fuck you think they job? Don't do that, my nigga, that won't be smart Don't do that, my nigga, don't do that, my nigga [Verse 1] We on the fuck shit, bust out a rip We pushing up quick if you running your lip We got more guns than T.I.P Pocket rocket on me while I'm at Phipps Got a brand new foreign, that bitch got shipped Fuck on a stripper, that bitch got some hips Blue hundreds in my pocket, they got Crips Don't do that, my nigga, your ass will get killed Ooh, hold the pot, pour the lean with the tip I got the cookies, got milk? That draco shoot good with that rubber grip Glock 40, Goyard with a couple clips I've been stacking my bread like that pumpernickel You a pussy nigga, I don't fuck with you We gon' pull up and then take it, we crushing niggas We gon' pull up and then take it, we crushing niggas [Chorus] .45 on me, big gun I'm havin' paper, nigga, better get some Two bitches with me and I ain't gotta pick one Lit in this bitch, brick on my left arm Poured up a four, Brett Favre V12 engine, NASCAR Don't do that, my nigga, quick draw Big Ahk in Louis, Farrakhan Don't do that, my nigga, won't make it far Don't do that, my nigga, strapped up like a cop Don't do that, my nigga, I'm ready for war Pull up with dirty sticks in a stolen car How you gon' rob me? Nigga, I rob My niggas with me, what the fuck you think they job? Don't do that, my nigga, that won't be smart Don't do that, my nigga, don't do that, my nigga [Verse 2] I hang with the dealers and robbers, my nigga Came with some killers, they hand on the trigger Got bananas for monkeys, don't make me peel them Fresh out the back, go get the pistol He went to the Feds, I heard he was snitching Don't come around here, you gon' end up missing My niggas don't stop till they complete the mission I go hard on these niggas like the old-school Pistons I pull up and aired it out, these niggas shitting My niggas hungry, you the dinner dish These niggas really soft like New Edition Don't do that, my nigga, you better listen You can see the lean I drank when I'm pissing You a broke nigga, better get fixing Shoot with good aim and I'm consistent Two guns, Eastwood, Clinton [Chorus] .45 on me, big gun I'm havin' paper, nigga, better get some Two bitches with me and I ain't gotta pick one Lit in this bitch, brick on my left arm Poured up a four, Brett Favre V12 engine, NASCAR Don't do that, my nigga, quick draw Big Ahk in Louis, Farrakhan Don't do that, my nigga, won't make it far Don't do that, my nigga, strapped up like a cop Don't do that, my nigga, I'm ready for war Pull up with dirty sticks in a stolen car How you gon' rob me? Nigga, I rob My niggas with me, what the fuck you think they job? Don't do that, my nigga, that won't be smart Don't do that, my nigga, don't do that, my nigga
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