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Do No Wrong (feat. GFMBRYYCE, Young Dro & T.I.)

Hustle Gang

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Hustle Gang - Do No Wrong ft. GFMBRYYCE, Young Dro, T.I.
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hustle Gang
Hustle Gang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephon Wimberly
Stephon Wimberly
Composer
James Sayles
James Sayles
Composer
Bryce Harris
Bryce Harris
Composer
Jon Wells
Jon Wells
Composer
Antonio Amabili
Antonio Amabili
Composer
D. Hart
D. Hart
Composer
Lupicínio Rodrigues
Lupicínio Rodrigues
Composer
C Harris
C Harris
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephon Wimberly
Stephon Wimberly
Producer
Elliot Carter
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer
James Sayles
James Sayles
Producer
Jon Wells
Jon Wells
Producer

Lyrics

Do no wrong, do no wrong, can't do no wrong Do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, can't do no wrong Do no wrong, yeah, no matter how you feel, can't do no wrong Do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong Me and my skin do no wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Me and my skin do no wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Go and ask the city for the song (Oh oh oh) Me and my skin do no wrong, do no wrong I just recreate it when I'm on, yeah, yeah, yeah Sat back and contemplate it, when I'm on, yeah, yeah, yeah I just did this shit just how I want The only way I know that, was when I'm on, yeah, yeah, yeah Scan off with the latest Pool party with the A-list Feeling so innovative Breaking bread with familiar faces Surrounded by all my day ones, only way that I feel the safest Alexander MCqueen, Rick Owens, Vera Wang, no laces I'm picking up the tab, quick payment I'm tryna make it out of the basement Another headshot for a racist A bad thot running 'round the bases It's all your fault, you ain't save her They joined our side, could you blame her? How we livin' changing It ain't been same since we came in Do no wrong, do no wrong, can't do no wrong Do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, can't do no wrong Do no wrong, yeah, no matter how you feel it, can't do no wrong Do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong Me and my skin do no wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Me and my skin do no wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Go and ask the city for the song (Oh oh oh) Me and my skin do no wrong, do no wrong Yeah, uh, tryna roll me up a L Tell the bitch, give me a backwood Tryna get a little head Ooh, ooh, ooh, that' good You want war with Dro, you gotta take me tho 13 hoes in my ratio All I want is Felacio (That's head) Hoe sit down, Maceo Top five and I'm not dead Drop head and then drop it I ain't pimping, bih excuse me Hoe, you must've been mislead (Hold up) While i'm sipping this Cognac Switch shirts like I'm Kanye You smoke too much, give my blunt back (Give it) ATL, we won't stand that Your bitch bad, we extend that (Fuck her) Pocketbook, we extend that We gon' drag the hoe up and down, side to side and front to back Walk around with them Louis on Bryce, get your boy groupie home Tech Nine out with that cooler on me Bow bow, get it moving homie Do no wrong, do no wrong, can't do no wrong Do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, can't do no wrong Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you feel, can't do no wrong Do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong Me and my skin do no wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Me and my skin do no wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Go and ask the city for the song (Oh, oh, oh) Me and my skin do no wrong, do no wrong Hold up, hold up, turn up at Follies, turn up at Follies Turn up at Magic, turn up at Magic Ain't nun' but exotics, ain't nun' but exotics Guns in my palace, guns in my palace Nothin' but hundreds, nothin' but hundreds and thousands, I stack it Ten thousand, I stack it and holler my gunner Holler my gunner, stay on automatic, stay on automatic But we don't give no damn, don't give no damn Don't give no fuck, don't give no fuck Pull up on your block, pull up on your block And wet that hoe up, and wet that hoe up In a new Bentley truck, a new Bentley truck Pocket full of that lumber, full of that lumber Soon as I pull up, your hoe wanna give me her number Dropping the top on my dawn, yeah Look like we dead in the summer Long live Peanut Da Don We come from the trenches, the gutter Yeah, another shoutout to my brother Making a sucker take cover Quarter million, we stuff in the duffle We can't do no wrong, 'cause they love us The city, they love us, for real Do no wrong, do no wrong, can't do no wrong Do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, can't do no wrong Do no wrong, yeah, no matter how you feel, can't do no wrong Do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong Me and my skin do no wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Me and my skin do no wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Go and ask the city for the song (Oh oh oh) Me and my skin do no wrong, do no wrong
Writer(s): James Sayles, D Juan Hart, Lupicinio Rodrigues, Antonio Amabili, Clifford Harris, Jon Wells, Bryyce Harris, Stephon Wimberly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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