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jay shades – u don’t wanna fuck with me lyrics

yeah
j-a-y
-f-ck-

you don’t really wanna f-ck with me
i know -yeah-
-you-
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me
i know
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me
i know
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me
hey
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me
-no-you
don’t really wanna f-ck with me
i know
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me
you
don’t really wanna f-ck with me
i know
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me
i know
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me
i dont
you dont
really wanna f-ck with me
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me

now
on your marks get set lets go
wait -woah-
you want flow?
then i’m knock knockin’ at your door
always coming back like four times harder than before
i’m back with a vengeance
i just had to let em know
is it a monster behind them?
is it them that want the problem?
ima have to f-ck them up
and then ima rob em
ima have to drive them right to rock bottom
cause if they wit the drama
ima have to drop my gangja
and pop these p-ss-es like i’m popin a condom
then ima bond em
like a bundle of sticks
you d-mn f-ggots
a couple xanaxes and p-ssed exes
could make one night so h-lla tragic
and i ain’t trynna have it
-nope-
i’m trynna go rabid
-yeah-
i’m trynna go crazy
-yeah-
streaking in macy’s
and make security guards chase me
but on all real sh-t b
f-ckin wit me ain’t worth it
sh-t
brake your legs by accident but i’m k!lling you on purpose

hook:
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me
aye
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me
im trynna tell you
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me
im trynna tell you
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me
if u really think you’re joe tough man
who gon help ya b-tch -ss?
man
the cops can’t
-no-
nowhere to run b
you stuck with me
i thought i told your b-tch -ss
you don’t wanna f-ck with me

that ain’t gon be enough
ima have to fill em up
where the goons bring em out
show them hoes what we be about
keep it 100
nah keep it a million
the only way u give this less of a f-ck
is drug dealing
car stealing
and cap peeling
trying to off a mother-f-cker and blow up the wrong god d-mn building
buh i’m chillin
call me whatever you want b
as long as u don’t try that sh-t when u approach me
get ya hoe smacked for being so f-ckin nosy
-f-ck outta here-
get ya old hoe back cause she gettin them crows feet
sports stadium
he stay winning buh they steady hating him
his rhymes they steady rating them
no time i gotta cake this in
bout dated as a late 70s or early 80s film
f-ck consequences
world is my play pin
jim jay sha jay shady got rabies
and if this b-tch once again tries to play me
i murdering his d-mn lady

-hook-

- jay shades lyrics

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