Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Fuck Around, artist - Yung Simmie. Album song Shut up and Vibe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 3B
Song language: English
Don't Fuck Around |
Fuck 'round, get stuck in the ground like a golfball |
You stay asleep with your eyes open, you Ray Charles |
Rub me the wrong way, get burned like the iron on |
Your girl a major meat-eater so we call her «dinosaur» |
My life a movie so I fuck with the camera on |
They say I’m a Don, so call me «Corleone» |
Mind on the money, so that’s all you see in my phone |
Custo’s, bitches and hoes, my main ho be hatin' Dough |
Probably cause she slidin' on me like I don’t know |
But you know the code, M.O.B., get you cause I’mma get me |
Born and raised in these city streets, Obama couldn’t change me |
He fucked around, he fucked around, he fucked around |
Get stuck in the ground |
He fucked around, he fucked around |
Get stuck in the ground |
So don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around |
Don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around |
Get stuck in the ground |
Ride on 'em, slide on 'em, all my niggas goin' to ride, homie |
Blackland my side, homie, wintertime, got the five on me |
Hit 'em up, I ain’t even know 'em |
Couldn’t tell 'em show I had to show 'em |
Ski mask, that toe tag, that tech-nine, you touch mine |
Gold teeth spit gold rhymes, spit dope, spit cold lines |
Feel me, a real G, been hood, I been me |
Guns up, you know what’s up, hood niggas in army trucks |
Big boots we stomp, bruh, get buck, we turnin' up |
He fucked around, he fucked around, he fucked around |
Get stuck in the ground |
He fucked around, he fucked around |
Get stuck in the ground |
So don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around |
Don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around |
Get stuck in the ground |
You don’t want war with us, dreads swing, I’m a warrior |
Bitch nigga keep actin' up, my young goons goin' to pack him up |
Put him up then strap him up, callin' shots they handle ya |
Got the tools, dismantle ya, he fucked around, I ain’t mad at ya |
That Glock spit is goin' to rip, your body, your chest flip |
I’m from the city where niggas gritty, do me, get every penny |
Fuck hoes, I got plenty, none of them get shit from me |
She fucked, she get in front me, soft niggas get flipped, homie |
Took her home, she kissed on me, call her when I get lonely |
But I never get lonely, cause I been a mack, homie |
Ask me what I did, homie, pull her with two twins, homie |
The one and the only, shootin' fools like I’m Kobe |
He fucked around, he fucked around, he fucked around |
Get stuck in the ground |
He fucked around, he fucked around |
Get stuck in the ground |
So don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around |
Don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around |
Get stuck in the ground |