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No You Not
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G Perico
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Yeah, I ain't f**king wit' you b*t*hes I ain't f**king wit' you n***as I ain't f**king wit' you b*t*hes Yeah, on the, yeah I ain't f**king wit' you n***as, I ain't f**king wit' you b*t*hes (Never) Why the opps ain't never on they block? These n***as chickens I be runnin' up that bag, b*t*h I be runnin' up them digits You can't take the heat? Then get the f**k up out the kitchen N***a never to the neck, me and .40 when I ride Yeah, moving meat like we the mob N***a sh*t ain't been the same since my brodie and them died You gon' do what? N***a no you n***as not I ain't f**king wit' you n***as, I ain't f**king wit' you b*t*hes Why you in the hood without your gun? You n***as slippin' I thought that boy was real, he started faking for a image I gave her good d**k, now she walking like a pigeon Pu**y n***as throwing blitz up on the net, b*t*h be specific Boy you bet not have no work there in your whip 'cause bro will bip it I got n***as that I love that I don't see, I keep my distance Boy I'll hit the road with my b*t*h before I ship it Yeah lean on the floor, keep it lit for all the thugs Lil' n***a try and take my b*t*h, hmm, tuh And n***a you ain't down to slide? N***a why you got your gun? And I'll spit up on a opp grave, hmm, puh Yep, disrespectful F**k what you rep foo' Told baby bend that a** over I'ma bless you B*t*h you ain't special, get gone, let loose Told brodie if he fall, never trip, I'ma catch you I ain't f**king wit' you n***as, I ain't f**king wit' you b*t*hes (Never) Why the opps ain't never on they block? These n***as chickens I be runnin' up that bag, b*t*h I be runnin' up them digits You can't take the heat? Then get the f**k up out the kitchen N***a never to the neck, me and .40 when I ride Yeah, moving meat like we the mob N***a sh*t ain't been the same since my brodie and them died You gon' do what? N***a no you n***as not On the gang n***a Sh*t ain't been the same since they killed my n***a Coley I'm on the edge, so watch how you approach me South Central n***as can't get caught without a gat That n***a acting hard but if he get caught, he might rat My role model sold dope and gave me a pistol When I took it I was just happy to be hanging with that n***a Talking to the cops that's what we don't do You ain't gotta make no threats, n***a just come through I'm on a race against time, in the streets, behind the tint In a Benz with a .223 I ain't f**king with these n***as, 'cause these n***as I can't trust Use these b*t*hes for a nut, when I'm done eat my dust We ain't gotta fake sh*t, n***a f**k your feelings I'm all about my money, getting away I gots to 'cute I'm all about my gang, shout out the Broadways From the hundred's to the fifty's 'til they put me in my grave I ain't f**king wit' you n***as, I ain't f**king wit' you b*t*hes (Never) Why the opps ain't never on they block? These n***as chickens I be runnin' up that bag, b*t*h I be runnin' up them digits You can't take the heat? Then get the f**k up out the kitchen N***a never to the neck, me and .40 when I ride Yeah, moving meat like we the mob N***a sh*t ain't been the same since my brodie and them died You gon' do what? N***a no you n***as not On the gang n***a
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