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" Don't Fuck With Us "
Ear Drummers
Look, I ain't really with the talkin', bitch I'm really 'bout that action
I'm runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic
Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater
Oh, they be with the snitchin' and bitchin', they like investigatin'
Ain't tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know
All my niggas strapped like G.I. Joe, man you niggas toast
All you niggas pussy, lyin', claimin' you a real nigga
When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is
And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us
I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin' me
To piss in the cup, don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to smoke my weed
Plottin' in the club, man I wish a nigga plot on me
Thinkin' you gon' ball, I'ma slide, you gon' rest in peace
I got a couple bands in my hand right now
Me and all my homies know these bitches only fuck with Gs
Now I can see why you hatin' me
All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak
I can't give that hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free
Fuckin' with my woods, throwin' Ps, in London, gettin' P
I'm just throwin' on that Project Pat, 8ball, MJG
Shout-out my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me, all the baddest bitches know
Won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us
A nigga a savage, any car that you thought 'bout buyin', I had it
My bitches the baddest, any hoe that you thought about fuckin', I smashed it
You spendin' paper and plastic, always tryna come up on a plug
Run a check up like I run her up, bitches love fuckin' with a thug
OHB, only hot bitches, out here ballin', too much confidence
100 B, ain't no stoppin' this, out here brackin', you need binoculars
See my team, diamonds immaculate, sing sing, send 'em packages
Bang bang, in the line of fire, then them niggas come after ya
And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us
" Who Dis "
True story (Woo)
Attention, my baby's comin' over
I'ma need everyone to go
Take what you need and get to steppin'
No, you don't need to wait up
Traffic, I hear it's kinda crazy
More time for me to clean up
She might think there is something shady
Really, seriously, you need to hurry up
If you only knew about the way she drive
You would understand, I ain't fucking around
If she come through the front door, you gotta hide
Gotta hide, she be like
Who this bitch all up in my house?
Why she hiding behind the couch?
Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me
No, don't get up, fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
She like, who this bitch all up in my house? (Yeah)
Why she hiding behind the couch? (Yeah)
Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me
No, don't get up, fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Out)
Who this? Who this is?
Who this? (Ah, ah) Who this is?
Who this? Who this is, yeah?
Who this? (Ah, ah) Who this is, yeah?
Jump, jump, jump out the way (Ayy)
Jump, jump out the place (Ayy)
If she pull a blade and point it at me
I might catch a case (Ayy)
Baby, I know I was wrong
That's the whole reason I'm singing this song (Ayy)
Can we all get along, get along, get along?
I know you trippin' and pointin' them fingers
What if I told you that this was my sister (Woo, damn)
Trapped in the closet? (Ayy) but it ain't
Lying trying to stall her so that she can get away
What she say?
Who this bitch all up in my house? (Who that bitch?)
Why she hiding behind the couch? (Please don't hurt her now)
Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me (Know me)
No, don't get up (Hey), fuck around (Hey) and I'ma lay you out (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Who this, who this, who this is?
She like, who this bitch all up in my house? (Yeah)
Why she hiding behind the couch? (Yeah, oh, no, no, no)
Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me
No, don't get up (Hey), fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Out)
She like, who this? What's that bitch name?
Who this is? What's her name?
Who this? What's that bitch name?
Who this is? What's her name?
Who this? What's that bitch name?
Who this is? Yeah, tell me her name
Who this? What's that bitch name?
Who this? What's that bitch name? (Ow!)
Not the regular predicament
Can't even play like I'm innocent
Every night I fuck a different bitch
I'm the man, you the woman, it's different
You fuckin' niggas for fame (Wow)
Bitches heartin' on my Instagram
I see that look on her face
Know she gon' fuck her up, I'ma just pop a Xan'
I'm under pressure
Came into here, she gon' leave in a stretcher
I shouldn't have let her
I shoulda known better, she gon' teach me a lesson
She a lethal weapon with the .45 with the compressor
Don't pull it, don't pull it, don't pull it
Blood all over the wall and dresser
And if I have the chance would I save her life?
If I never cheated, she wouldn't have died
No, I don't see no soul, only hear her cry
Literally thinking that I'm dead wrong
What she say?
Who this bitch all up in my house? (Ooh, who is? Yeah)
Why she hiding behind the couch? (Couch)
Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me (Don't know me, oh)
No, don't get up, fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
She like who's this bitch all up in my house?
What's her name? What's her name? (Yeah) Ooh
Why she hiding behind the couch? (Was gonna fuck her 'fore you came, ha)
Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me
No, don't get up, fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Lay you out, bow!)
She like, who this? Who this is?
Then she said, who this? (Ah, ah, ha) Who this is?
Them she said, who this? Who this is, yeah? (Yeah)
Who this? (Ah, ah, ha) Who this is, yeah? (Hey!)
" This Ain't "
Girl, it just don't feel the same, wish I could go back in time
Seems like every time I say your name, I just wanna press rewind
You said you just want me back, but I don't think that you ready yet
And I know that you want me to stay
You said if I love you I would, I would, I would, I would
If we look at how we live, it's no good
Babe, it's no good, no good, no good, no good
And you know, you know I'm right
'Cause we're just fucking, baby
This ain't loving, baby
We're just fucking, baby
But this ain't loving, baby
No, you want it
I ain't your man, girl, I'm only your friend
Wish that I could read your mind 'cause I don't know if you telling the truth
You can tell me every lie, tell me how do I believe you?
'Cause once we get to kissing, you gon' have me finished, and I'll feel something's missing
I say I'm cool fucking 'round with you
You said if I loved you I would, I would come back to you
If we look at how we live, it's no good
Babe, it's no good, no good, no good, no good
Girl, you know, you know I'm right
'Cause we're just fucking, baby
This ain't loving, baby
We're just fucking, baby
But this ain't loving, baby
No, you want it
I ain't your man, girl, I'm only your friend
" Rumors "
Yeah, rumor has it that I'm armed
Somebody should have told them
When the cash starts flowing and the hands start reaching
You read the contract your man ain't breaching
Uh, and rumor has it
The jeweler wants his money
But I'm out here rocking all my chains, real chunky, real comfy
And rumor has it when I hit the club hoes go dummy
And rumor has it, I'm doing magic
David Blaine, diamonds in the hat trick
Rumor has it, thought you had it
How is that true when I have it? Yeah, yeah
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
Uh, rumor has it, I'm a hazard
Don't give me no Hennessy, I might make some enemies
And rumor has it, I'm going broke, it's all smoke and mirrors
What happens when you smoke huh?
You start to see shit, start to believe shit
Can't read me cause you believe what you read bitch
And rumor has it I need you for me to make it happen
You believe that shit, you really smoking crack then
Came up from a small room packed in
Used to drink out the tap, now I'm tapped in
And rumor has it I'mma die rich
Yeah, me and all my stacks in my casket, cramped in
Rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout me
They don't know what to do about me
And rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout you
You a bitch ass nigga and I know it's true, yeah, yeah
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
Rumor has it that a nigga brazy, if you was me then you would do the same thing
And I know everybody gon' attack me, stop acting like these niggas like me
And I done fucked around and had a baby, I was running 'round pussy crazy
All these rumors, spreading like, you know I
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
If you got a problem, come see me my nigga
You know it's California baby
I pull up, hop out, anywhere my nigga, anywhere
Can't let waiting be your job, remember that, 500, so what?
" Nice "
Scott Storch, Game
Chris Brown
The meanest the meaner, the second I seen her
Had me open, got me looking, losing all my control
The passion I'm feining, baby, you're the new meaning
But I found myself tripping when you walked through the door
And I know it's not like me getting beside myself
She got me feeling that way
And I know it's unlikely that you're gon' deny me
And just walk away
I'll be that guy that don't have time to play
It's looking like a schedule is 'bout the same
The ball is in your court, I'm ready for your game
It's looking like your neck is ready for my chain
She be that girl I'll be waiting for
Sending me them signals that I can't ignore
Thought I was gonna get her on the dance floor
Then I saw her headed to the exit door
I call her nice 'cause she got it
Do whatever whenever 'cause she 'bout it
That there's nice 'cause I got it
Do whatever, whenever 'cause I'm 'bout it
I'm falling for her
She got me trapped
That girl's nice 'cause she got it
'Cause she got it, she got it
Breathe, breathe
Your body is screaming, believe that I'm listening
To every word you're saying, girl, I'm loosing my cool
You bet you a soldier and I got me a rider
And you ain't gotta stress it 'cause there's nothing to prove
I know it ain't easy being a sexy girl
That's always getting her way
But I'm here to tell you
You got me up on you and I won't let you slip away
I'll be that guy that don't have time to play (Nah)
It's looking like a schedule is 'bout the same (Yeah)
The ball is in your court, I'm ready for your game (Yeah)
It's looking like your neck is ready for my chain (Uh)
She be that girl I'll be waiting for
Sending me them signals that I can't ignore (Damn)
Thought I was gonna get her on the dance floor
Then I saw her headed to the exit door (Oh)
I call her nice 'cause she got it (Oh)
Do whatever whenever 'cause she 'bout it (Oh, yeah)
That there's nice 'cause I got it (I got it, yeah)
Do whatever, whenever 'cause I'm 'bout it ('Bout it)
I'm falling for her (Falling for her)
She got me trapped (Got me trapped)
That girl's nice 'cause she got it
'Cause she got it, she got it
Breathe, breathe
Yeah, you [?] know now that it's 'bout go down
The club is packed up
The word around town that this is the jump off
You know when [?] drops that this is the jump off
I did it for Big, Pac
I'm pourin' my Cristal, the [?] is too hot
They takin' they clothes off, they yellin' out, "2Pac"
'Cause I'm from the Westside and they from the East Coast
My [?] from down South, they lettin' they teeth show
'Cause this ain't Def Jam and this ain't Bad Boy
This ain't Star Trak, this is the last call
They turnin' the lights on, the bar is shot down
I'm walking with Scott Storch and we in the front now
The [?] is with me, they ready to pop off
You bringin' your girlfriend, she gotta get knocked off
So hop in the six-four 'cause this 'bout to get down
It's going down
I call her nice 'cause she got it (Oh, ayy)
Do whatever whenever 'cause she 'bout it (She 'bout it)
That there's nice 'cause I got it (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Do whatever, whenever 'cause I'm 'bout it (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
I'm falling for her
She got me trapped
That girl's nice 'cause she got it (Yeah)
'Cause she got it, she got it (Uh, uh)
Breathe (Uh, uh), breathe
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Uh, let's go
Uh, let's go
Uh, let's go (Oh)
Uh, let's go
Uh, let's go
Uh, let's go
Uh, let's go
Oh
Oh, yeah
I call her nice 'cause she got it (Oh, ayy)
Do whatever whenever 'cause she 'bout it (She 'bout it)
That there's nice 'cause I got it (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Do whatever, whenever 'cause I'm 'bout it (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
I'm falling for her
She got me trapped
That girl's nice 'cause she got it (Yeah)
'Cause she got it, she got it (Uh, uh)
Breathe (Uh, uh), breathe