| Don’t wanna talk to you
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| Don’t know you
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| Don’t know how you know my name
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| I got a reputation of police chasing
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| You a bitch; |
| I let it bang
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| Nigga, you keep talkin'; |
| I keep walkin'
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| Fuck around 'til the heat talkin'
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| Then it’s your coffin
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| I don’t fuck with you; |
| you don’t fuck with me (nah)
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| Nigga, talkin' just ain’t my cup of tea (yeah)
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| Don’t wanna shoot the shit; |
| I’m a shoot a bitch
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| Don’t wanna shoot the shit; |
| I’m a shoot a bitch
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| I don’t fuck with you, and you know it, show it
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| 4-deep whips, stolen, rollin'
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| Fo'-five, I tote it, blow it
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| Leave your head split open, swollen
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| Now it’s all in your noggin, poppin'
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| Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin'
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| Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin'
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| Drop it, Man they plottin' on my drug house
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| Man, I hope they don’t run in before I run out
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| I’m runnin' out, I don’t know who to trust now
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| No dap, hugs, or «what's ups"now
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| I don’t fuck around with the fuck arounds
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| You see me, get the fuck from 'round me
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| I don’t talk, texts
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| I don’t off bets
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| I don’t fuck with niggas ain’t from the set
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| I’m from the projects
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| Surprised you ain’t got robbed yet
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| I really don’t do no conversatin', no call waitin'
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| I know ya’ll hatin'; |
| I’m cool with it
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| On probation with no patience
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| I hop out and act a fool with it
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| Fuck who did it
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| If you with it, then you get it
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| Two to your fitted
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| I don’t fuck with none of ya’ll anyway
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| Your funeral could be any day
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| Ever since I said send the Yay'
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| You fuck niggas been' in the way
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| I’m just doin' what 50 say
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| Puttin' a hundred rounds in the K
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| Buck
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| My four-five, I grip it, grip it
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| Work chef, and I’ll whip it, whip it
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| Four days, and I’ll flip it, flip it
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| Front off a meal ticket, ticket
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| Hoes wanna come kick it, kick it
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| Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it
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| Up after we throw it, throw it
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| Big money, we blow it
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| That gangsta shit, we did it, get it
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| Still do; |
| we ain’t new to it
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| Boy, I ain’t never gon' tell on me
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| You bitch nigga, bet you do
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| You talk a lot
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| Niggas around here don’t say much
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| Niggas around here don’t play much
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| Soon as shit pop, they blame us
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| Cause the money ain’t never go’n' change us
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| A lot of gun talk in the streets
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| But real recognize real beef
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| And real soldiers get the mission accomplished
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| Never slippin', steady grippin', killin' for nonsense
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| Sideline hatin', backbitin haters
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| Catch you in your car like them red-light cameras
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| Green light, what?
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| Green light, woo
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| My money cause a fuckin' Holocaust
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| I green-light you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't Fuck With You, artist - G-Unit. Album song The Beauty Of Independence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп