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U Don't Want Dat Lyrics



I'mma tell y'all niggas like this shit right
It's 2003 my nigga
All that yappin' at the mouth shit my nigga, ah
Man niggas ain't with that shit my nigga
I don't play that shit no more man
As soon as a nigga start talking that shit
Man, you on the floor son

Watch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit
Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit
Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit
Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking that shit
You don't want none nigga, you don't want none
You don't want none bitch, you don't want none
You don't want none nigga, you don't want none
You don't want none bitch, you don't want none

You don't like me, yeah
I don't like you, yeah
You wanna fight me, yeah
I wanna fight you, yeah
Put your hands up, nigga
Put your hands up, bitch
Put your hands up, hoe
Put your hands up, trick

f**k these rental cars, yeah
They don't run shit, yeah
Who run this shit?
We run this bitch
Put your hands up, nigga
Put your hands up, bitch
Put your hands up, hoe
Put your hands, trick

My back ain't dead, yeah
My lip ain't swoll, yeah
My head ain't bust, yeah
My nuts ain't grey, yeah
Put your hands up nigga
Put your hands up bitch
Put your hands up hoe
Put your hands up trick

I'm from a small town called 'Woop a niggas a*s'
And I mean, well, woop a nigga a*s
I mean, well, beat a bitch to death
And I mean, well, came all the way there
Taka nigga down a dirt path to a junk yard
Where it stankin' at, aha
Put his a*s in a plastic bag but just a home
Where you blast him at I'm talkin' 'bout

Tie it up with a shoe string
And a picture hook stuck in the thang
Layin' on empty cans and recylin' bags
With some bitcha*s gatorade, I own a switchblade
Well, cut butter to put in tha damn microwave
Better get you a sharpener baby,
'Cuz that thang only gonna get me aggrivated

You look hard
But you really soft, you cotton soft
You try to make me mad, mad
But you just piss me off, you piss me off
Shiit I ain't scared of you nigga, nigga
And I aint scared of them hoes, hoes
And I definiely ain't scared of that tank T shirt
a*s nigga thankin' he's woe

Watch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit
Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit
Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit
Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking that shit
You don't want none nigga, you don't want none
You don't want none bitch, you don't want none
You don't want none nigga, you don't want none
You don't want none bitch, you don't want none

I don't blame you, yeah
I blame your mammy bitch, yeah
She should't of f**ked your daddy, yeah
She shoulda s*cked the d**k, yeah
Yous a punk boy, yeah
A f**k boy, yeah
You like it in the a*s, yeah
With something real hard, oh

Swear to God, motherf**ker we be slayin' 'em up
Have one of these niggas, I tear him up
Havin' him sayin' that country boy was bad as f**k
Came hit him with a heater, ain't have to bust
Take the bullets from a gun nigga, add them up
Put them right back in it before I put it up

I'm saying this game ain't changing much
Still the same motherf**kers used to sell the drugs
Them same ones that used to come to the club
See a nigga leave a nigga in a thang of blood
In a car with a browd when the police come
Gone before they find out what the hell it was of

Dead wrong, you don't hear me tho
But it ain't nothing that nigga ain't done before
It ain't nothing that a nigga won't try again
But remember that s*cka's already killed a man
Gone craig, gone craig still froggin' and go ahead
And leap but when you jump over here, jump over here
Try and remember what the f**k I said 'cuz I mean

Watch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit
Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit
Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit
Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking that shit
You don't want none nigga, you don't want none
You don't want none bitch, you don't want none
You don't want none nigga, you don't want none
You don't want none bitch, you don't want none



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