| Who the fuck you talking to?
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| Not me, Couldn’t be me, Naw not me
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| Who the fuck you talking to?
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| Not me, Couldn’t be me, Naw not me
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| What’s begun, is the start but bitch we be saying we
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| «we just getting started it since one»
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| Y’all been monitoring, pondering bout it
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| How bout I, pull it out and kapaow, I’ll heat em up out his mouth with it
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| Big Small World, Norfclk is the gang, extended clip in the jeans
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| Put em in a box like Bisquick
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| I’m a laker wit clips, get em in the lake wit clips
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| Truth is ya a clipper with clips aint cha bitch
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| I’m bout my loot and dollars, I’ll shot you for looting dollars
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| But you lootless and dollarless, fuck it I shot for Luda n Dolla
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| I crash parties, blast with proposed toast
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| Im a have a problem like Scrap blat with me short of hoes
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| Muffle ya damn lips, or there be mixture of blood and dandruff
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| If you don’t get my damn drift
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| Creep to ya grave and leak DT Piss
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| This is yo highness at his less tempered
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| Keep it pimpin' and watch
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| Who the fuck you talking to?
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| Not me, Couldn’t be me, Naw not me
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| Who the fuck you talking to?
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| Not me, Couldn’t be me, Naw not me
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| I been having a bad day, the same ol shit
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| We don’t give a fuck about who you is
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| The same ol clique, and the same ol biz
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| The same ol flip, wit the same ol whip
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| The same 4−4, with the same ol clip
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| Half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get, bitch
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| R.I.P. |
| Rick James «I'm Rich Bitch»
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| You talkin' to much, nigga you a snitch bitch
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| And we don’t do it like that
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| We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black
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| Don’t act get ya whole trap splat, ack
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| Unload em reload em, we back black
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| And when dem gats letting off
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| Red dots loud noises like planes taking off
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| Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross, make me bang at cha boss
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| For dem things coming soft, nigga
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| Who the fuck you talking to?
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| Not me, Couldn’t be me, Naw not me
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| Who the fuck you talking to?
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| Not me, Couldn’t be me, Naw not me
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| Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
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| Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then its dick I give her
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| Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver
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| Neva back down, won’t shake nor shiver
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| Fuck with me and get found in the Chattahoochee River
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| This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker
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| But shoties to the body make him drop much quicker
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| Yeah I appear to be a nice lil nigga
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| Fuck with anything I love, I’m a stone cold killa
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| Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla
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| 8 figga nigga, I’m a multi milla
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| See me in the street, it can’t get no realer
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| Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla
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| My neighbors say my house can’t get no bigga
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| I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper
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| Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper
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| Or I’ll Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER!
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| Who the fuck you talking to?
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| Not me, Couldn’t be me, Naw not me
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| Who the fuck you talking to?
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| Not me, Couldn’t be me, Naw not me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Not Me, artist - Ludacris. Album song The Red Light District, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп