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I Aint Fuckin With You - текст песни



I Ain't Fuckin With You


Intro:


What? niggayou got problems?


Nigga you don’t want no problems with meshit


Nigga you ain’t got enough calcium to have a bone to pick (coward)


You little bitch ass nigganiggas be hovering niggas be bothering you


I aun’t fuckin’ with y’allI ain’t fuckin with you


I guess I got a bad attitude





Verse 1:


I spit slick shit like k-y jelly


Out for the mail like melly


I’m fucking you tonight before kelly


My bitches dance with there belly


And fuck me with there eyes


See crime is where they organize


In the land of the blind the one eyed is genie


A male chauvinist keep them barefoot in a two piece bikini


Need a bulletproof beenie when niggas got five minutes of funk


Make them disappear like houdini or who-done-it a whoridah


Got old folks scared just to go outside on there front porch


And all this bullshit is going on in church of course


(but but but but but wait it gets worse!)


I could still instill a semi-automatic verse


And draw blood like a nurse


Correspond like ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? and on the mic I bomb like nuclear fission


Alphabetic mathematician your prerogative is my decision


My litigation gives me a reputation for giving niggas no get back like black reparations


You’re doing too much ’cause I’m going to be rich nigga I put that on my two nuts





Chorus:


I ain’t fuckin’ with you you’re not to be fucked with


(big nigga I though you knew)


Cause we find this niggas mood is rude


But I know the cause of your shitty attitude





Verse 2:


Now whenever I’m fed up we can go head up


My ex bitch called me a dog so I piss with one leg up


Straight up and down three hundred and sixty-five rounds


One in the chamber for leap year keep clear


I get my hands dirty like a sanitation worker so what’s beef?


Beef is that meat inside a hamburger and man-murder I stand further apart


And beat more rappers than dr. dremo-beedimond deeand mark sparx (all producers)


The quintessential micaphonist smoke the 50 thousand dollar bonus


Swarming your green like locus


Your vegetation was supposed to be edumacation


Left a nigga feeling like he’s stranded in serbia and he’s the only croatians


No relation that’s my justification for ripping niggas


Stripping niggas bigga figgas tippin strippers


In the first king in the cut like scissors


Shoot her to the point and long dick her


Bang her to the point of exhaustion truly


I ride her like that pony song (Texts of songs ) and flip her (flipper) like a dolphin movie


Listen no anal sex and no kissing


Doggystyles my favorite position


Insisting that you grab your ankles and lay face down bitch


Play like cuss words on the radio and turn that ass around (aww tihs!)


I puts it down like davie though it’s all gravy though


Priority records got to pay me though but





Chorus:





Now when it’s on then it’s on no shame in my game


Cowards wouldn’t bust a grape if there name were champaign


I change lanes on dirtbikes and change direction at the speed of light


I use my feet to catch the dice niggas gamble everyday anyway


Paying the price of life kill a fifth of e and j everynight


Got to be right to be impolite I’ve been mad


So how the fuck I’m supposed to keep my act clean like sinbad


See white people burn your church


The see you in the mall and clutch there purse


Treat a nigga like dirt when the black man was here first


That’s why I be on one officially


Fuck white people in general and fuck the police specifically


You got at me but you’re missing me sideways


So I’m giving rappers a curfew like I gave birth to you


Don’t be calling them shit shades when you know that it’s curtains for you


I’m certain I’m hurting a few ego’s toni’smark’sand nino’s


Stompin with the big dog pinosee though


I’ll pull your card and get your chips like I’m kino


From yugoslavia to renoyeah homie we know





Chorus 3x



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