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Don't Do Dat
Hip-Hop/Rap
Don't Do Dat was released on June 21, 2024 by 3916943 Records DK as a part of the album Biggest Flame
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Release DateJune 21, 2024
Label3916943 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Brown
Mike Brown
Songwriter

Lyrics

Brodie swang that stick just like a band major
You can't dap me up, Yung Chop Wop is not a handshaker
Yeah, I got connects, I'm plugged in just like a lan cable
I come from them trenches, this shit rough just like some sandpaper
Bitch, I'm cut like damn razors
Bread on his head, I make it man spray em
Said you need that switchy, yeah, my dog can hand make em
And these racks make my jeans tight, look like my pants tailored
And I'm really having sauce, these **** ain't got nan flavor
**** ain't got no sauce, so he tryna steal the recipe
Tried to run up, ran into this glizzy, now he rest in peace
Head on the stick, shish kebab, that my specialty
I'll stick up the security if they think bout checking me
Ain't no way I'm coming in, I can't bring my weaponry
Glock 23, tucked inside my Heron Preston jeans
I'm a young thug, live a stoner life like Jeffery
Got her head between my legs, hit her with the pedigree
She give me sweet chin music, no Shawn Michaels
All black drip like a biker
I know some **** that spin more than ballet recitals
The Glock hit hard why the fuck would I fight ya
When they pass me the wood, they don't pass me to lighter
Cause they already know I'm on fire Know I'm a king, make a bitch call me sire
Ayy, leave my mark in the street, I ain't burning no tires
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, who that? That's my slime, my slatt
Told him don't do that
Play with one of mine get whacked
I keep that glizzy on me I don't lack
I like the fully, I don't like the box on the back
5.56 knock ya head off ya neck, it'll leave ya brains all in ya hat
Splat, ugh, I'm finna yak, facts
I'm a real ****, I don't know how to act
Keep two guns like Mad Max
Swingin' that stick like a axe
Oh yeah, swingin' that stick like a golf club
Ayy, don't chase these hoes, they gon' come when you boss up
Ayy, heard they lookin' for the gang like they lost us
**** tryna ball like Chop, get crossed up
**** can't ball like Chop, hit his ass with a step back
I put it on and get fly like a jet pack
Rawr, cougar bitch came with a wet cap
Know she a eatersuck dick till her neck crack
Oh you gon' do what to Chop **** bet that
Ayy, turn a **** white cap to a red hat
Better not believe what they say, I ain't said that
Wherever he play, that way he gettin' left at
Ayy, wherever he play, he gon' lay it
I'm in the murderham, where it ain't safe at
Passenger seat, that's where I keep the K at
You gon' do what the Chop, why the fuck would you say that
Ain't let shit slide, I'ma always get payback
Don't ask where I'm at, I'm wherever the pape at
Can't save hoes, I don't know where the cape at
Glock got a dick, I ain't practicin safe sex
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Woah, don't do that
Written by: Dave Rotheray, Mike O’Brien
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