n.o.r.e. - we don't lyrics
[pre-hook: ty dolla sign]
been there, done that
she a rat, she gonn’ run that
money cars clothes
any dime piece souls
we cuff them, we p-ss them
do them hoes like matter
now ‘lil b-tch on madams
you ain’t gotta ask i’m smashin’
you ain’t gotta ask for them rollies
everything i ride is foreign
got a little b-tch that’s foreign
f-ck my other b-tch she borin’
my gold 24 karats
if it ain’t a n-gga won’t wear it
tell her wear your own weed i ain’t sharing
tell that b-tch n-gga stop staring
[hook: n.o.r.e. and ty dolla sign]
’cause we don’t f-ck with ’em n-ggas
we don’t f-ck with ’em n-ggas
no, no, no, no, no
’cause we don’t f-ck with ’em n-ggas
we don’t f-ck with ’em n-ggas
no, no, no, no, no
[verse 1: n.o.r.e.]
we don’t f-ck with them n-ggas
ain’t grow up with them n-ggas
never have a drink, never smoke a blunt with them n-ggas
it’s just me and my b-tch, other n-ggas is phoney
you know me i’m my og
owner off in the police
let the b-tch leave, bye bye
connect is the plug, wifi
east coast n-ggas rep that ny
west coast n-gga done taught me how to drive by
consignment, money back pr-nto
thumbs all green from selantro
african, k!llers from the congo
and latin n-ggas with spears, that ill combo
[hook: n.o.r.e. and ty dolla sign]
’cause we don’t f-ck with ’em n-ggas
we don’t f-ck with ’em n-ggas
no, no, no, no, no
’cause we don’t f-ck with ’em n-ggas
we don’t f-ck with ’em n-ggas
no, no, no, no, no
[verse 2: city boy dee]
f-ck with them n-ggas say
before i drop this was a hit away
brought the city back still n-ggas hate
’cause they see a n-gga straight
all go present got the bigger face
and that new benz got a different shape
straight cash i bought forints
pull up on that b-tch in jerarintp
used to k!ll the block every morning
now the house on the hill a few g like lauren
fresh d-ckies and some chucks when i’m on my calie sh-t
the hood p-ss when i land, ain’t n0body gonn’ trip
og and the spliff, 32 shots in the clip
won’t f-ck with him, but i f-ck his b-tch
[hook: n.o.r.e. and ty dolla sign]
’cause we don’t f-ck with ’em n-ggas
we don’t f-ck with ’em n-ggas
no, no, no, no, no
’cause we don’t f-ck with ’em n-ggas
we don’t f-ck with ’em n-ggas
no, no, no, no, no
[verse 3: rick ross]
first what she ever s-x on a jet wit
h
in a body line in the projects with
first one i never counted hunned stacks with
vt, did they get a bag with
2 seater sunset tell her smoke one
2 b-tches that got a part of oak one
new crib nut like barklay center
and i’m running to it days with your bay n-gga
maybach all black squad in the frat
yay in the trunk wings on my lap
man i boy send back ???
now it’s time for some action!
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