Don’t You Ever lyrics

by

Sheek Louch


[Intro]
Don't do it dog, it's just not worth it
Uhh.. grrrrrr.. what the f*ck have they done?
Arf! Arf!

Chorus: (repeat 2X)

Now don't you ever (f*ck around)
Now don't you ever (f*ck around)
n*gga don't you ever (f*ck around)
Now don't you ever (f*ck around)

[Verse 1]
Aiyyo I got a mean flow that'll drown n*ggas, put down n*ggas
Can't stand to be around n*ggas if they clown n*ggas
How many times must I break the same n*ggas off somethin dumb
So we know, where the f*ck I'm comin from?
Gun and ones, watch a black n*gga turn purple
With this fo'-pound, I bust mo' rounds then a circle
The n*gga that tried is the same n*gga that fried
So he'll never rest in peace cause of the way that he died
I'm Evil, like Knieval, faggot I'll leave you
Like I shoulda did your peoples before they could conceive you
How's a buck-fifty sound, for a quick ass cut?
I'll have a flashback, I f*ckin blow your b*tch-ass up
And it's no problem, handlin a n*gga with a death wish
Leave him breathless, and hit his wife with a dead fish
Must I show this n*gga, I can throw this n*gga, out flow this n*gga
You can get it too, because you know this n*gga
Chorus

[Verse 2]
I get pumped, just like a bodybuilder
And it's been more than a couple of times my pump shottie spilt a
n*gga's guts on the door, because he wanted more
Than he could stand, now him and his man is on the floor
That's what you get for talkin sh*t you shouldn'ta got me started
You motherf*ckers never wanted nuttin, but you got it
I sh*t on n*ggas like a toilet, cause all it, takes
Is a second for it to get hectic so call it
How you want it? Punk b*tch talkin junk b*tch
f*ck around and you'll be found in a trunk b*tch
n*ggas is off-brand like no frills
And I got mo' skills to show my flow kills, I f*ckin blow grills
Got some cold sh*t, have you like - "Oh sh*t!" Don't laugh money
When I'm done with this n*gga, I'm gettin in yo' sh*t
Break n*ggas, especially fake n*ggas over dumb sh*t
With one hit, watch the dum-dum split this bum's sh*t

Chorus

[Verse 3]
f*ckin see some cats thinkin the worst
Dumb cats, them cats sleep in a hearse
Where yo' guns at? Run that, see a n*gga thirst
Been there, done that, and did it first
n*gga can't tell me sh*t about this
And I keep somethin that'll hit if I miss
One thing a n*gga stay with is hot sh*t
Got this, what you cats want? Not this
I constantly gots to remind young n*ggas
Uh-uhh, don't do that, some n*ggas
Think cause I ain't killed a n*gga this week
That sh*t is sweet
f*ck around, you'll be dead in the street
Red with a sheet, over the corpse
sh*t is deep, so I shed a tear, over the loss
If you creep, then you n*ggas'll roll with the force
Shoulda paid that money that you owed to the boss
Chorus

[Outro]
Uh-huh
Don't do it dog, it's just not worth it
Please heh, for your sake, hehehe
Y'know? C'mon!
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