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  • Big Sean – I Don’t Fuck With You lyrics

    [Hook: Big Sean]
    I don’t ****with you
    You little stupid ass ****, I ain’t ****in’ with you
    You little dumb ass ****, I ain’t ****in’ with you
    I got a million trillion things I’d rather ****in’ do
    Than to be ****in’ with you
    Little stupid ass, I don’t give a ****
    I don’t give a ****, I don’t I don’t I don’t give a ****
    **** I don’t give a ****about you or anything that you do
    Don’t give a ****about you or anything that you do

    [Verse 1: Big Sean]
    I heard you got a new man, I see you takin’ a pic
    Then you post it up, thinkin’ that its makin’ me sick
    I see you calling, I be makin’ it quick
    I’ma answer that **** like: “I don’t ****with you”
    **** I got no feelings to go
    I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
    I mean for real, ****how you feel
    ****your 2 cents if it ain’t goin’ towards the bill
    And everyday I wake up celebratin’ ****, why?
    Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy ****
    I stuck to my guns, that’s what made me rich
    That’s what put me on, that’s what got me here
    That’s what made me this
    And everything that I do is my first name
    These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain
    Ain’t nothin’ but trill in me, aw man, silly me
    I just bought a crib, three stories, that **** a trilogy
    And you know I’m rollin’ weed that’s ****in’ up the ozone
    I got a **** that text me, she ain’t got no clothes on
    And then another one text, then your ass next
    And I’m gonna text your ass back like “I don’t ****with you”

    [Hook: Big Sean]

    [Verse 2: E-40]
    Got a million things on my mind
    Executive deals online, limited amount of time
    Chasin’ these dollar signs and you ain’t on your grind
    You might be able to find me up in the MGM casino in the D
    ****in’ off fetti I coulda put on property
    From the Bay to the Murder Mitten, my ****as put murder missions
    She choose him, that’s her decision, free my ****as in prison
    On the phone with a **** who can’t do ****
    For a pimp but make a ****a hella rich
    Got a blunt in my dental, goin’ H.A.M in a rental
    On my way, to Sacramento, late night, Arsenio
    I’m never sentimental, go hard or go home, listen
    Barely Harley, I’m chromeless, you might end up domeless
    I bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin’ me
    I make a **** stand outside forever like the Statue of Liberty
    Rest in pimp, Pimp C, underground king of the South
    I raise my Styrofoam up, and pour some drank in my mouth
    Why you always coming around with bad news?
    Say you want me to win, but hope I lose
    Ass never rock with other ****as in the crew
    But them ****as cool, it’s just that

    [Hook: Big Sean]

    [Verse 3: Big Sean]
    I got a new chick that I gotta thank God for
    I got a new whip that I gotta thank a lot for
    Yeah I got a lot but want a lot more
    Yeah we in the buildin’ but I’m tryna take it to the top floor
    I swear I hear some new bullshit every day I’m wakin’ up
    It seems like nowadays everybody breakin’ up
    That **** can break you down if you lose a good girl
    I guess you need a bad **** to come around and make it up
    I guess drama makes for the best content
    Everything got a bad side, even a conscience
    Now you’re drinkin’ ’til your unconscious
    Feel me when you get a fine ****
    Just don’t forget to read the fine print
    Life got me meditatin’ like I’m in the Himalayas
    Keep it G with the L lit on me like the elevator
    Yeah I know that karma’s too real so I hope you doin’ cool
    But still stupid ass **** I ain’t ****in’ with you
    Little stupid ass I ain’t ****in with
    I ain’t ****in’, I ain’t I ain’t ****in’ with you
    I ain’t ****in’ with you


  • Omega Crosby – Till We Gone lyrics

    [Chorus]
    We hot, you cold, whats wrong
    I just got the feelin we on
    I’ma keep it lit till we gone
    Till we gone

    We hot, you cold, whats wrong
    I just got the feelin we on
    I’ma keep it lit till we gone
    Till we gone, We hot

    [Verse 1]
    In the MGM on my deathrow shit
    MC Hammer but I don’t wanna go broke shit
    I’ve seen it all like I lived twice
    Fingers thru the sunroof, Thug Life

    Hollywood, Paparazi’s straight star struck
    I got bitches waitin on me like the mail truck
    Its the land of the free but we feel cuffed
    Loyal to the game even when it feel rough

    Modesto California, i live it by the second
    Everyone want the 411 no, april eleven
    All i want is the bread like a toaster
    Life ain’t fair but its full of rollercoasters

    How we gon make it through if yo brain on quit
    How you burnin my desire if that flame ain’t lit
    How we gon make it even if that cake don’t split
    Gotta put it all together if that piece don’t fit

    [Chorus]
    We hot, you cold, whats wrong
    I just got the feelin we on
    I’ma keep it lit till we gone
    Till we gone

    We hot, you cold, whats wrong
    I just got the feelin we on
    I’ma keep it lit till we gone
    Till we gone, We hot

    [Verse 2]
    Life ain’t no vaycay but them hoes gon trip
    New faces new places its the same old shit
    I got an uncle in county, I got a cousin in state
    Rest in peace Real but which one of us fake

    I hear more talk then cell phones
    I’ma count this paper like my nails long
    My name could be right and I’m still wrong
    I keep my Jesus piece till all the sin is gone

    I got attitude like I’m Ruthless
    I’m in that oldschool like I’m youthless
    You ain’t even know how this shit ends
    I stay in these bitches heads like split ends

    My nigga Mak got a Tec, my nigga Tek gotta Mac
    All the cases and fees they ain’t neva comin back
    Modo two oh, nine, yea I put on like jeezy
    This ones for them young ones who know livin life ain’t easy

    [Chorus]
    We hot, you cold, whats wrong
    I just got the feelin we on
    I’ma keep it lit till we gone
    Till we gone

    We hot, you cold, whats wrong
    I just got the feelin we on
    I’ma keep it lit till we gone
    Till we gone, We hot