Lyrics HoodRich Pablo Juan – Don’t Do That
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.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
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
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
.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
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
.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
Album
HoodRich Pablo Juan – HoodRich Pablo Juan - Designer Drugz 3
