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Young Buck

Don't Come Around

 

Don't Come Around

(album: 10 Bricks - 2015)


Fatality introverse
Damn y'all nigga's ain't kill me yet
Broke nigga's still talkin shit (you still talking)
A millionare and I won't go legit (I ain't never stop)
I'm selling dope and I don't want to quit

I don't smoke with you no more
Don't pop bottles with you no more
Don't know what's up with you no more
Don't fuck with you no more
Don't come around here no more (you better not come around here no more)
Don't come around here no more (we better not catch you around here no more)
Get it (aye yo pull that back man aye yo play that again know what I'm saying)
Introverse

[Chorus:]
I don't smoke with you no more
Don't pop bottles with you no more
Don't know what's up with you no more
Don't fuck with you no more
Don't come around here no more (you better not come around here no more)
Don't come around here no more (we better not catch you around here no more)
I don't count with you no more
Hang out with you no more
Don't know what's up with you no more
Don't fuck with you no more
Don't come around here no more (you better not come around here no more)
Don't come around here no more (we better not catch you around here no more)

Get it
I ain't got a jealous bone in me
I hope nigga's get as rich as fifty
I been putting on for my city I been putting on for my city
Cashville I brought my nigga's with me
Bandana's and some blue dickies
I get rid of these briefs quickly never coming home if these Feds get me
I know baby I done changed game
Bitch I'm doing my thing game
Show a nigga how to fall down and get right back up I could do it
We buying Glocks out the pawn shop I get them out the box hand hot
My youngest son selling rocks at the bus stop him hand pop
We running pussy nigga's soft got to be hard if you going to be selling soft
We got the gun come and wrap your own
You need a address for me to mail it off
These nigg'as feeling some type of way
So it's a few things I'd like to say
I don't owe anybody nothing
Don't like it do something nigga

[Chorus]

Grown man with his hand out
Got your bitch taking her man out (damn)
Better come and get these 28 grams and stand out (yeah)
Look at him he just ran out (what)
Look at him pulling them bands out(bands)
All of my nigga's got court cases that they don't give a damn about
I'm so deep in this cocaine
I'm a part of a family nigga
Pulling up in these projects but I'm living like a Miami nigga
I'm in love with this dope game I just got me a grammy nigga
Swear to God I'd never open my mouth about what ya'll hand me nigga
Pyrex and a rifle plastic bags and a bible
Some white girls buying powder they be waiting on my arrival
I know these hoes is feeling some type of a way
There's a few things I'd like to say
Bitch I don't owe nobody nothing please stay the fuck out of my way
Okay

[Chorus]

Yeah yeah yeah let's slow it down a little bit who kid can I make you say ooo ahh ooo ahh yeah exclusively nigga with ya boy who kid and big Snoop Dogg

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