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Craig Xen

We Dont Fuck With You

 

We Dont Fuck With You

(album: 5 Star Threat - 2016)


Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
We don't fuck
I told you from the jump hoe, from the jump
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
Bitch I told you from the jump hoe, from the jump
I told you from the jump (what)
From the jump

Nigga we don't fuck with y'all
I told you from the jump, hoe
Pull up in my city talking gritty
Hoes gum bumping
Get cho bitch ass up
Swinging leave him leaking
[?]
I be fiending, leave a fuck nigga eye swole
Beating a nigga ass, I'll be swinging like I'm Flash
Then I dash to get to fucking the 5-0
Where you at fuck nigga?
Where the fuck you at hoe?
You was talking tough all through the web, and now you back down
I can smell yo pussy from the distance, like a bloodhound
You raised by some bitches, I came up and out that dog pound

So where you at, where you at, (say) where you at bitch?
Where you at, where you at, where you at bitch?
Where you at, (say) where you at, where you at bitch?
Where you at, where you at, where you at bitch?

Break a nigga face when I unleash the pain
Bones shatter like a muhfucking glass plate
Backhand his bitch, had him sewn up and stitched
I don't fuck with the slut, ain't my taste
Dropkick a nigga out the ozone
Yung Xen, aka “One Punch Man”
One hit, one swing, one clenched fist
One dumb-fuck punk with a death wish
One man, one dream, one mindset
Achieve success and nothing less
In the way, get crushed, get stomped
Get dumped in the back of the Cadillac trunk
Talked shit when he lit, so he never came down
Fuck nigga got layed out
Rest in piss, I flicked the switch
And had the bitch sent back where he came from

Where you at bitch
Where you at, where you at

We don't do eye for eye, nigga
We don't do eye for eye, nigga
We don't do eye for eye, nigga
We don't do eye for eye, nigga

We don't be eye for eye, nigga
We don't be eye for eye, nigga
We don't be eye for eye, nigga
We don't be eye for eye, nigga

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