Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Fuck With You

d]
Flip flop ass
Ah
boys and outlawz
Recognize the mob
I fuck with you
So put hands on me

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cross to mexico
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I fuck with you

That's some smooth
dirty motherfuckers
That you was cool
Do you me
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I fuck with you

I what's happenin' with that
All the
Let me take y'all niggas back to incident

1:
[gotti of fifth circle (fwc)]
Nigga you of shit
Bitch now is this, trick
Some new
Straight from yo piss
Nigga I do it
Fuck around here you
Oh, I puke, do
That's on you,
You hit's 'em dog
And ho hard, thought
You hard, lord
You straight fraud,

Now on means, stay out my face
You oughta play, like space
This niggas foul, runnin' off at the
He talkin' loud, all of the crowd
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Dog, I knew nigga, what
We used to roll,
I saved his life,
But he was shot at,
He burned his greed,
I his wig, shit
He met the
Cause I'm the realest

[dmg of
You niggas came ridin' through
(I don't with you)
Heard the lavish we do
(I fuck with you)
Shook a finger to my
(we don't with you)
For a dick until you blew,
Cause we don't with you
Hey bitch, you like the we do
(I fuck with you)
Scared if I hit you, you sue
(I fuck with you)
You swear you can bang a new
(I don't with you)
But best doin' the shit we do,
Cause we fuck with you

2:
[e.d.i of the
Now is see you ass
I see the bitch in eyes
And a lie
Ain't no
Now you fuck with that
a cold thing,
You got the game up
Brown nose and every nigga rich,
Like a broke
Excuse me miss, you
You need to sit me piss
get rich,
While you in that fuck shit
Thug is what claim and bang
And never
While you
Suckin' and fuckin' for

3:
[napolean of the
Yeah, I see some niggas and go
With a of hennesy to show
When we toss hoes, we share
And be frontin where the clothes go
(? )
you spinnin' like young po
You around with the studio time
But nigga, what the fuck is you fo'
Can you listen,
So you got your glock, squeeze
Try I could fuck with you
Or I to bomb on you
Put it with your
No heart, no light, no and no care
You bad boy killers
When we see niggas snatch cash

4:
[young noble of the
These niggas,
niggas
niggas,
Shootin'-dream-ass
I mean, why anybody sound like pac
But it up, be on way
Y'all on anything
tuned to the saga
Drama bring karma, karma charges
y'all
all the job did
Darkness, y'all shit
we the hardest
Nasty new street
So ease out you nuggets,

5:
[kastro of the
Beg down, I a young bug
get it fucked up
Hit the strip, get a nigga
And some shit up
Talk and all ass, nigga
You got no nuts
Don't trick out your life
You to hide in the cup
up
Come on holla at boy, real quick
I hard times,
And it come out when I piss
Nigga pop the mack and I ain't black
that
The same that'll die for you
When you fall get your
me, drunk as can be,
In bitch ass
? stagalee?
Worry free on your ass
back, ask that,
Snap back some whiplash
Young cash is packed
Slap your rap with a big