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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Don't Do That lyrics

[Hook/Chorus]
.45 on me, big gun
I have the paper, n---a, better get some
These b-----s with me and I ain't gotta pick one
(?) b---h, brick on my left arm
Poured up a four, Brett Favre
V12 engine, NASCAR
Don't do that, my n---a, quick draw
Big Ahk in Louis, Farrakhan
Don't do that, my n---a, you won't make it far
Don't do that, my n---a, strapped up like a cop

Don't do that, my n---a, I'm ready for war
Pull up with dirty sticks in a stolen car
How you gon' rob me? N---a, I rob
My n----s with me, what the f--k you think they job?
Don't do that, my n---a, that won't be smart
Don't do that, my n---a, don't do that, my n---a

[Verse 1]
We on the f--k s--t, bust out a rip
We pushing up quick if you running your lip
We got more guns than T.I.P
(?) rocket on me while I'm at Phipps
Got a brand new foreign, that b---h got shipped
F--k on a stripper, that b---h got some hips
Blue hundreds in my pocket, they got Crips
Don't do that, my n---a, your a-s will get k**ed
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 stinking my breath like that pumpernickel
You a p---y n---a, I don't f--k with you
We gon' pull up and then take it, we crushing n----s
We gon' pull up and then take it, we crushing n----s

[Hook/Chorus]
.45 on me, big gun
I have the paper, n---a, better get some
These b-----s with me and I ain't gotta pick one
(?) b---h, brick on my left arm
Poured up a four, Brett Favre
V12 engine, NASCAR
Don't do that, my n---a, quick draw
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/hoodrich-pablo-juan/designer-drugz-3/dont-do-that.html]
Big Ahk in Louis, Farrakhan
Don't do that, my n---a, you won't make it far
Don't do that, my n---a, strapped up like a cop
Don't do that, my n---a, I'm ready for war
Pull up with dirty sticks in a stolen car
How you gon' rob me? N---a, I rob
My n----s with me, what the f--k you think they job?
Don't do that, my n---a, that won't be smart
Don't do that, my n---a, don't do that, my n---a

[Verse 2]
I hang with the dealers and robbers, my n---a
(?) 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 n----s don't stop till they complete the mission
I go hard on these n----s like the old-school Pistons
I pull up and aired it out, these n----s s------g
My n----s hungry, you the dinner dish
These n----s really soft like New Edition
Don't do that, my n---a, you better listen
You can see the lean I drank when I'm p-----g
Look broke? N---a, better get fixing
Shoot with good aim and I'm consistent
Two guns, Eastwood, Clinton

[Hook/Chorus]
.45 on me, big gun
I have the paper, n---a, better get some
These b-----s with me and I ain't gotta pick one
(?) b---h, brick on my left arm
Poured up a four, Brett Favre
V12 engine, NASCAR
Don't do that, my n---a, quick draw
Big Ahk in Louis, Farrakhan
Don't do that, my n---a, you won't make it far
Don't do that, my n---a, strapped up like a cop
Don't do that, my n---a, I'm ready for war
Pull up with dirty sticks in a stolen car
How you gon' rob me? N---a, I rob
My n----s with me, what the f--k you think they job?
Don't do that, my n---a, that won't be smart
Don't do that, my n---a, don't do that, my n---a

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