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Don't want to talk to ya Don't know ya, don't know how ya know my name I got a reputation of police chasing Ya bitch, I let it bang Nigga ya keep talkin', I keep walking Fuck around till the heat talkin It is yo coffin I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me! Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch I don't fuck with ya, and ya know it, show it Four Deep whips, stolen, rolling Fo' 5 , I tote it, blow it Leave yo head split open, swollen Now it's all in yo noggin, popping Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rocking Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the FEDs come knocking Drop it, Man they plotting on my drug house Man, I hope they don't run in befo I run out I'm running out, I don't know who to trust now No dap, hugs, or what's up's now I don't fuck round with the fuck round Ya see me, get the fuck from around me Letras de canciones I don't talk, texts I don't off bets I don't fuck with niggas ain't from the set I'm from the projects Surprised ya ain't got robbed yet I really don't do no conversating, no call waiting I know y'all hatin, I'm cool wid it On probation with no patience I hop out and act a fool with it, fuck who diddit! If ya with it, then ya get it, 2 to yo fitted I don't fuck with none of y'all anyway Yo funeral could be any day Eva since I said send the Yay Ya fuck niggas been' in the way I'm just doing what 50 say Putting a hundred rounds in the k, Buck! I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me! Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch My 4-5, I grip it, grip it! Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it Front off a meal ticket, ticket Hoes want to come kick it, kick it Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it Up after we throw it, throw it Big money, we blow it That gangsta shit, we did it, get it Still do, we ain't new to it Boy, I ain't neva gon' tell on me Ya bitch nigga, bet ya do Ya talk a lot Niggas round here don't say much Niggas round here don't play that much Soon as shit pop, they blame us Cuz the money ain't neva go'n' change us A lot of gun talk in the streets But real recognize real beef And real soldiers get the mission accomplished Neva slipping, steady gripping, killing fo nonsense Sideline hating, backbiting haters Catch ya in yo car like them red-light cameras Green light, what? Green light, woo My money cuz a fucking holocaust I green-light ya I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me! Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me! Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch From Letras Mania