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tre-8 - i don't fuck with u lyrics

[tre-8]
if i was to see you at the red light walkin’
strugglin’, stuck the f-ck out
i’d blow the h-rn, turn the radio up and peel the f-ck out
leave you stranded, you don’t understand it, i don’t f-ck with you
ain’t nothin’ you could do to make me f-ck with you
you two-faceded like a siamese twin
you f-ck with me, then you f-ck with them
stirrin’ up sh-t between us and them
what’s a friend for? i been in more sh-t with you than an enemy
you steady befriendin’ me, then turn around sayin’ you kin to me
simply i wanna knock your head off
i dap ya off when you come around
smilin’ in my face just to play it off
don’t wanna waste it all, my time in your life so shype
i stay my distance, so you won’t have to come up missin’
listen, you p-ssin’ me off faw, with that sh-t you be pullin’
you best to run with your life, before you get that b-tch tooken
i’m lookin’ at’cha hard cuz you’re givin’ me bad vibes and funny feelings
i wanna grab ya by your neck and squeeze til’ you stop livin’
i don’t f-ck with you

[tre-8]
see you the kinda n-gga that come around when the good times rollin’
and be the first n-gga to leave when the weed stop blowin’
showin’ your true ident-ty, obviously you wanna be down
but when a n-gga pockets down that’s when you’re hard to be found
wanna clown, giggle, and cheese, b-tch stop showin’ your t–th
wanna get -ss off of me, tellin’ hoes you know me
so we can go chill together? never, don’t you ever
ever, ever, ever, tell hoes you know me
i put that on my gold t–th, fool we don’t get down like that
you sayin’ you was just bullsh-ttin’, but we don’t clown like that
respect it, i ain’t gone sweat it, i expect it from you
that ain’t the only hoe sh-t n-ggas like you try and do
ya see through when n-ggas see you we put out the blunts
try to tune your -ss out cuz we know you bout to stunt
wanna come around here, with all that fake -ss sh-t
prolly talkin’ about somebody you was just with
playa hatin’ -ss b-tch
i don’t f-ck with you

[tre-8]
somebody just told me you was around here, talkin’ my business
sayin’ what i was about to do, playa hatin’ like b-tches
and it’s a shame, you think it’s a game but i ain’t playin’ wit’cha n-gga
you make me wanna frame a t-shirt wit’cha god d-mned picture
get’cha f-cked up, you lucked up, your mama’s so nice
cuz i’d put it in your life, and you know that, right?
you the type, to throw the brick and hide your hand
go to jail and find a man
it’s your type i just don’t understand
you’z a woman man
female ways in a man body
i don’t like ya brah, and you probably feel the same about me
but doubt me, and get’cha f-ckin’ issue straight split
i see the hoe in you, cuz you been a b-tch
it’s fixin’ to get dirty, ya heard me? you better go ask percy
he told me from day one not to f-ck with you turkeys
most certainly he was right, but i didn’t know you was the type
you act like a b-tch who need d-ck in her life
and i don’t f-ck with you

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