Don't - Ed Sheeran, Rick Ross

Gotta keep a bitch in check, microphone check

Killed your boy’s career, still no arrest yet

Snow white yacht in my red Yeezys

Ed Sheeran got the city streets tweakin'

On a back block you may catch the boss

M-cig, let it vape so we liftin' off

With a weapon, go to steppin' like I’m Kevin Spacey

No prom date, women they would love to hate me

It’s such a pretty thing, life is such a bitch

Went to sleep as friends, waking up to this

See it my way or see me at the top

Built an empire, bitch, off a nickel rock

Microphone check, microphone check

We came to party, smoke until there’s nothing left

I met this girl late last year

She said «don't you worry if I disappear»

I told her «I'm not really looking for another mistake»

I called an old friend thinking that the trouble would wait

But then I jumped right in a week later, returned

I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn

But I gave her my time for two or three nights

Then I put it on pause until the moment was right

I went away for months until our paths crossed again

She told me «I was never looking for a friend

Maybe you could swing by my room around ten

Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin

We’ll be in between the sheets till the late AM»

Baby, if you wanted me then should have just said, she’s singing