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hustle gang - i don't fuck with you lyrics

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[intro: b.o.b.]
swag bombs in the sky, here i come
swag bombs in the sky, it’s all over me

[hook: b.o.b.]
if i don’t f-ck wit’ you then, i don’t f-ck wit’ you now
i was f-ckin’ her friend, now i’m f-ckin’ her now
if i don’t f-ck wit’ you then, i don’t f-ck wit’ you now
if you was my n-gga then, then i f-ck wit’ you now
i f-ck wit’ you now

[verse 1: b.o.b.]
it’s a cold world when the cash rules
when the cash rules, watch for the jack moves
watch for my squad, got me covered like tattoos
plus a n-gga got cheddar like kraft foods
f-ck wit’ you, if you a real n-gga, then i f-ck wit’ you
and if you got a problem, we could troubleshoot
send a text to your n-gga, let him try to shoot

[verse 2: t.i.]
ball-hitter, now i’m right outside the w
wit’ my shooter waitin’ on you, hope you got another you
ain’t talkin’ sh-t about what my lil’ brother do
or get your -ss hit up in the club wit’ a double deuce
hustle gang, give a d-mn what a sucker do
doors up in the verte lamb howlin’, “f-ck a roof”
pistol on me even though ain’t finna bust it
you could sure use some sh-t, i give a b-tch a thousand bucks

[hook: b.o.b.]
if i don’t f-ck wit’ you then, i don’t f-ck wit’ you now
i was f-ckin’ her friend, now i’m f-ckin’ her now
if i don’t f-ck wit’ you then, i don’t f-ck wit’ you now
if you was my n-gga then, then i f-ck wit’ you now
i f-ck wit’ you now

[verse 3: spodee]
if i don’t f-ck wit’ you then, i don’t f-ck wit’ you now
she say she got a man, that’s one thing
you don’t spoke then, givin’ a f-ckin’ about
look at this this b-tch wit’ them fat–ss hips
godd-mn, girl, you could put a truck in your mouth
ho forgot about her n-gga after playin’ (-), a couple of rounds
she was feelin’, touchin’ me, first she was suckin’ me down

[verse 4: yung booke]
brah, what’s up wit’ you?
you know d-mn well i don’t really f-ck wit’ you
got the lil’ shooter, go to shootin’ when he touches you
f-ck around, drop a bell on you
take the plug, met ’em through
kickin’ (-) sh-t on my margiela shoes
higher than this god, i replace you
and my sister, she’ll take you to f-ckin’ babysit her
had your (-) money fittin’ like a brave n-gga

[hook: b.o.b.]
if i don’t f-ck wit’ you then, i don’t f-ck wit’ you now
i was f-ckin’ her friend, now i’m f-ckin’ her now
if i don’t f-ck wit’ you then, i don’t f-ck wit’ you now
if you was my n-gga then, then i f-ck wit’ you now
i f-ck wit’ you now

[verse 5: shad da god]
margiela my mason and i need investigation
i don’t f-ck wit’ twelve, though i’m bein’ (-) racist
diamonds in her white, don’t hold the ticket in her (-)
‘fore they put a new owner permanent vacation
i don’t f-ck wit’ you, who the f-ck wished i would stop (-)
we got haters, cuh, we got our own president
she write her sweets on a drug, f-ck your numbers

[verse 6: big kuntry king]
i ain’t f-ck wit’ you then, i don’t f-ck wit’ you now
you a snitchin’–ss n-gga, i ain’t f-ck wit’ you never
say that’s your b-tch, i f-ck the ho whenever
i knew all my friends ten years, (-)
came up sellin’ crack, bustin’ that chopper
pockets on double cheese, that’s a d-mn whopper
first thing, n-gga, i don’t f-ck wit’ no copper
catch you boomin’ in my trap, man, a n-gga gonna drop

[hook: b.o.b.]
if i don’t f-ck wit’ you then, i don’t f-ck wit’ you now
i was f-ckin’ her friend, now i’m f-ckin’ her now
if i don’t f-ck wit’ you then, i don’t f-ck wit’ you now

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