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daboii - no you not lyrics

[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 lyrics

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