| Look, I ain’t really with the talkin', bitch I’m really 'bout that action
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| I’m runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic
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| Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater
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| Oh, they be with the snitchin' and bitchin', they like investigatin'
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| Ain’t tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know
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| All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man you niggas toast
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| All you niggas pussy, lyin', claimin' you a real nigga
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| When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is
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| And I’m just tryna pay no mind, won’t waste my time
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| Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga
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| Don’t wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer
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| You all pitchin', we all hitters, don’t fuck with us
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| I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin' me
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| To piss in the cup, don’t give a fuck, I’m 'bout to smoke my weed
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| Plottin' in the club, man I wish a nigga plot on me
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| Thinkin' you gon' ball, I’ma slide, you gon' rest in peace
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| I got a couple bands in my hand right now
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| Me and all my homies know these bitches only fuck with Gs
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| Now I can see why you hatin' me
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| All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak
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| I can’t give that hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free
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| Fuckin' with my woods, throwin' Ps, in London, gettin' P
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| I’m just throwin' on that Project Pat, 8ball, MJG
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| Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me, all the baddest
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| bitches know
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| Won’t waste my time
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| Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga
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| Don’t wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer
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| You all pitchin', we all hitters, don’t fuck with us
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| A nigga a savage, any car that you thought 'bout buyin', I had it
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| My bitches the baddest, any hoe that you thought about fuckin', I smashed it
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| You spendin' paper and plastic, always tryna come up on a plug
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| Run a check up like I run her up, bitches love fuckin' with a thug
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| OHB, only hot bitches, out here ballin', too much confidence
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| 100 B, ain’t no stoppin' this, out here brackin', you need binoculars
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| See my team, diamonds immaculate, sing sing, send 'em packages
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| Bang bang, in the line of fire, then them niggas come after ya
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| And I’m just tryna pay no mind, won’t waste my time
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| Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga
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| Don’t wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer
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| You all pitchin', we all hitters, don’t fuck with us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Fuck With Us , by - Chris Brown. Song from the album Before the Trap: Nights In Tarzana, in the genre Соул