Don’t Do It Nasty C (Ft. Tellaman)

[Chorus: Nasty_C]
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

[Verse 1: Nasty_C]
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