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lirik lagu u don’t want dat – petey pablo


let me tell y’all n*gg*z like this here right
it’s 2003 my n*gg*
all that, all that yappin at the mouth sh*t my n*gg*
um, n*gg*z ain’t with that sh*t my n*gg*
we don’t play that sh*t no more mane
soon as a n*gg* start talkin that sh*t
mane, you on the floor shawty
yeah(yeah) yeah(yeah) yeah(yeah!)

[chorus]
watch a n*gg* get swole on (for talkin that sh*t)
watch a b*tch get rolled on (for talkin that sh*t)
watch that n*gg* get laid out (for talkin that sh*t)
watch them b*tches get drug out (for talkin that sh*t)
you don’t want none, n*gg* you don’t want none
you don’t want none, b*tch you don’t want none
you don’t want none, n*gg* you don’t want none
you don’t want none, b*tch you don’t want none

[bridge 1]
you don’t like me, i don’t like you
you want to fight me, i want to fight you
put yo hands up n*gg*, put yo hands up b*tch
put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick
f*ck these rental cops, they don’t run sh*t
who run this sh*t, we run this b*tch
put yo hands up n*gg*, put yo hands up b*tch
put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick
my back ain’t dirty, my lip ain’t swole
my head ain’t busted, my nose ain’t broke
put yo hands up n*gg*, put yo hands up b*tch
put yo hands up you hoe, put yo hands up you trick

[verse 1]
i’m from a small town called, whoop a n*gg* *ss
and i mean we’ll whoop a n*gg* *ss
and i mean we’ll beat a b*tch to death
and i mean, carry him all the way there
take a n*gg* down the dirt path to the junk yad
where it’s stankin at
put his *ss in a plastic bag, where there’s a hole where you blast him at
and i’m talkin bout, tired up witha shoe string
and a fishing hook stuck in his thing
layin on empty cans, recycled bags, and some p*ssy as gatorade
swiss blade, what cut buddy gone enter the d*mn microwave
better get you a sharpener baby, cause that thang gone only get me activated
you look hard, but you really soft
you tried to make me mad, but you just p*ss me off
i ain’t scared of you n*gg*, i ain’t scared of them hoes
and i definately ain’t scared of tight t-shirt as n*gg* that thank he swole

[chorus]

[bridge 2]
i don’t blame you, i blame yo mammy b*tch
she should’ve f*cked yo daddy, she should’ve sucked his d*ck
you’s a punk boy, a f*ck boy
that like it in the *ss, with somethin real hard

[verse 2]
so when he come motherf*ckers you can stand him up
ask one of these n*gg*z i was tearin him up
have them sayin that country boy bad as f*ck
came in here with a heater and had to bust
put him right back in before i put it on
i’m sayin this game ain’t changed much
still the same motherf*cker used to sell the drugs
still the same one, used to come to the club
see a n*gg*, leave a n*gg* in a bag of blood
in the car with his broad when the police come (gone)
for they find what they lookin for
(yeah boy) you don’t hear me though
cause ain’t nothin that a n*gg* ain’t cone before
and nothin that a n*gg* won’t try again
but remeber what’s up and i’m is the man
you gone crazy, feelin froggy then gone ahead and leap
but whe nyou jump over here, try to remeber what the f*ck i said
cause i meant it

[chorus]


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