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lirik lagu no you not – daboii

[intro]
yeah, i ain’t f*cking wit’ you b*tches
i ain’t f*cking wit’ you n*ggas
i ain’t f*cking wit’ you b*tches
yeah, on the, yeah

[chorus: daboii]
i ain’t f*cking wit’ you n*ggas, i ain’t f*cking wit’ you b*tches (never)
why the opps ain’t never on they block? these n*ggas chickens
i be runnin’ up that bag, b*tch i be runnin’ up them digits
you can’t take the heat? then get the f*ck up out the kitchen
n*gga never to the neck, me and .40 when i ride
yeah, moving meat like we the mob
n*gga sh*t ain’t been the same since my brodie and them died
you gon’ do what? n*gga no you n*ggas not
[verse 1: daboii]
i ain’t f*cking wit’ you n*ggas, i ain’t f*cking wit’ you b*tches
why you in the hood without your gun? you n*ggas slippin’
i thought that boy was real, he started faking for a image
i gave her good d*ck, now she walking like a pigeon
p*ssy n*ggas throwing blitz up on the net, b*tch be specific
boy you bet not have no work there in your whip ’cause bro will bip it
i got n*ggas that i love that i don’t see, i keep my distance
boy i’ll hit the road with my b*tch before i ship it
yeah lean on the floor, keep it lit for all the thugs
lil’ n*gga try and take my b*tch, hmm, tuh
and n*gga you ain’t down to slide? n*gga why you got your gun?
and i’ll spit up on a opp grave, hmm, puh
yep, disrespectful
f*ck what you rep foo’
told baby bend that ass over i’ma bless you
b*tch you ain’t special, get gone, let loose
told brodie if he fall, never trip, i’ma catch you

[chorus: daboii]
i ain’t f*cking wit’ you n*ggas, i ain’t f*cking wit’ you b*tches (never)
why the opps ain’t never on they block? these n*ggas chickens
i be runnin’ up that bag, b*tch i be runnin’ up them digits
you can’t take the heat? then get the f*ck up out the kitchen
n*gga never to the neck, me and .40 when i ride
yeah, moving meat like we the mob
n*gga sh*t ain’t been the same since my brodie and them died
you gon’ do what? n*gga no you n*ggas not
on the gang n*gga
[verse 2: g perico]
sh*t ain’t been the same since they k!lled my n*gga coley
i’m on the edge, so watch how you approach me
south central n*ggas can’t get caught without a gat
that n*gga 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*gga
talking to the cops that’s what we don’t do
you ain’t gotta make no threats, n*gga 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*cking with these n*ggas, ’cause these n*ggas i can’t trust
use these b*tches for a nut, when i’m done eat my dust
we ain’t gotta fake sh*t, n*gga f*ck 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

- daboii

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