Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Fuck With Us, artist - Chris Brown. Album song Before the Trap: Nights In Tarzana, in the genre СоулDate of issue: 06.02.2018
Record label: Turn Up
Song language: English
Don't Fuck With Us |
| Look, I ain’t really with the talkin', bitch I’m really 'bout that action |
| I’m runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic |
| Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater |
| Oh, they be with the snitchin' and bitchin', they like investigatin' |
| Ain’t tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know |
| All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man you niggas toast |
| All you niggas pussy, lyin', claimin' you a real nigga |
| When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is |
| And I’m just tryna pay no mind, won’t waste my time |
| Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga |
| Don’t wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer |
| You all pitchin', we all hitters, don’t fuck with us |
| I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin' me |
| To piss in the cup, don’t give a fuck, I’m 'bout to smoke my weed |
| Plottin' in the club, man I wish a nigga plot on me |
| Thinkin' you gon' ball, I’ma slide, you gon' rest in peace |
| I got a couple bands in my hand right now |
| Me and all my homies know these bitches only fuck with Gs |
| Now I can see why you hatin' me |
| All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak |
| I can’t give that hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free |
| Fuckin' with my woods, throwin' Ps, in London, gettin' P |
| I’m just throwin' on that Project Pat, 8ball, MJG |
| Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me, all the baddest |
| bitches know |
| Won’t waste my time |
| Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga |
| Don’t wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer |
| You all pitchin', we all hitters, don’t fuck with us |
| A nigga a savage, any car that you thought 'bout buyin', I had it |
| My bitches the baddest, any hoe that you thought about fuckin', I smashed it |
| You spendin' paper and plastic, always tryna come up on a plug |
| Run a check up like I run her up, bitches love fuckin' with a thug |
| OHB, only hot bitches, out here ballin', too much confidence |
| 100 B, ain’t no stoppin' this, out here brackin', you need binoculars |
| See my team, diamonds immaculate, sing sing, send 'em packages |
| Bang bang, in the line of fire, then them niggas come after ya |
| And I’m just tryna pay no mind, won’t waste my time |
| Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga |
| Don’t wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer |
| You all pitchin', we all hitters, don’t fuck with us |