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dmg - i don't fuck you lyrics

i’ve been a victim of society they got me f-cked in this hoe sh-t
n-ggas runnin up with m11’s and some mo’ sh-t
it seems to me, they wanna start somethin
but i’mma let this motherf-ckin thang break em off somethin
my homie panicked cause he never thought it’d come to that
mikki mike singin em songs from these n-ggas gats
i guess its like guerilla warfare
now grab ya gat and load ya clip and go for death until ya make it fair
and if ya don’t then grab ya nuts dude
cause thats the only way these n-ggas livin in the nine-duece
mo murder by k!llins and slayin some sh-t
if thick on ya tool and find ya homie dead in a ditch
d-mn, now the f-ckin water’s gettin hot
homie after homie after homie’s gettin shot
and n-ggas are over lookin for joints to light
357 with them hollow point sh-lls in the midnight
so check it, first i walk up on em like i know em
and then, i let my conversation start to hoe em
cause yo, i never debates to wait, i handle my business
cause n-ggas always be f-ckin sh-t up when tryin to handle they business
he’s peepin out my missle as i stand straight
so now its time to make his -ss like a crushed grape
cause see i get stinked when i flex
and for the motherf-ckin hole in ya f-ckin chest
i told ya once i love the midnight
a gun fight, a night to take a motherf-ckers life
yeah, right now you’re f-ckin with some bad sh-t
but i’ll be d-mned if i let another n-gga take my sh-t
consider, use your common sense punk
cause they be blazin these n-ggas until they bodies stank like a skunk
you see i’m down to cause commotion
i pull my gat and make ya ashious n-gga perspire lotion
its all about comin up g
but i don’t f-ck you, if you don’t try ta f-ck me

tryin ta f-ck me

its part 2 of this hoe sh-t, motherf-ckers still runnin up
scope em out, squeeze the trigger, now ya got another dead n-gga
but that ain’t sh-t to these hood n-ggas
these motherf-ckers in st. paul live by pullin the trigger
they came to f-ck you in a split sec
buck a n-gga quick, i’m speakin on this sh-t that i know best
but n-gga stressed over crack fiends
i set him up and took his money now the jack is out sellin keys
tryin to make his come up
breakin n-ggas off phat, but gettin shoved off his product
so now he’s lookin for another gank
but the n-gga brought his gat so thats another fiend in the paint
steady stackin up nines
but homies doin good cause when he started he was stressed stepped
and now he’s livin on the uprise
smokin that pia-sh-t sesame and drinkin insane eyes
all the fiends love to hit him with a dove
for what, cause when he breaks em off, he breaks em off love
you better believe, you better believe he’s breakin
and all of his dough was comin in quick and n-ggas was steadin sankin
i ain’t sayin takin n-ggas lives is worth a rock
but what i’m sayin is this n-gga’z sewin up shop
homies straight rollin
bought himself a new f-ckin beamer, but now the cops say its stolen
he put his beamer up and bought a benz
stupid -ss n-gga, cause now they wanna know where ya got ya ends
ya played yaself like a hoe
you went in bought some hoe sh-t, and now ya stuck in some hoe sh-t
i hooked you up in the first place
but then you fronted to pay me back n-gga front on this dope case
yo where ya get the money at?
they wanna know but you won’t tell em you been slangin all that f-ckin crack
well i’mma pay that n-gga to f-ck your -ss
h-ll yeah, i’m plottin on yo d-ck in a booty -ss
n-gga got f-cked tryin ta f-ck me
cause you can’t f-ck the king of f-ckin motherf-ckers g
i put em out like a chess piece
you don’t believe me, well bring ya nuts n-gga, come try ta test me
and i’mma bring ya heat from the streets
and do my best to leave ya f-cked on the concrete
i’m breakin n-ggas off g
but i don’t f-ck you if you don’t try ta f-ck me

- dmg lyrics

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