Can't f*ck Wit Me lyrics

by

Juvenile


Thug Addict:
I get down to low down and dirty
Filthy if we're buried
Old nasty ass
Like they don't bath the ass, n*ggas
How the f*ck you think a b*tch, n*gga steal the green off grass
Like I steal the stank off sh*t
I'm a lyrical lunatic, paper stacked like bricks
I'm so cold I put a hole in the bottomless pit
Spit rounds like a shoe shine, like Luke from 2 Live
I'ma pop it like firecrakers on the fourth of July
Hey now, what the f*ck is said now
Boy now, you got to slow ya roll ha
f*ck, f*ck 'em
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, I don't trust 'em
Go head on, what's wrong, I ain't gon' do you nothin'
You talkin' that sh*t about who ya wit'
But I'm on some old Gangstafide, Soldierfide, Shaka Zulu sh*t
Exellent, terrific and fantastic
I'm a lyrical flyin' trapeese with gymnastics with the tradgics
But you find your muthaf*ckin' mind like it was on that acid
I'm fire, found somewhere round the jumbalia
This city be mine muthaf*ckaz wanna f*ck wit' a n*gga that roll like
Truckers
Hit like brass knuckles then burn like rubber
Bust 'em down wit a double like it ain't no trouble
Watch 'em drinkin' drama tryin' to rumble wit' the n*gga that rap like an
Anacinda
Runnin' through this b*tch like Ernest Bonner
Hot like lava, bout to let the whole thing burn on fire
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