Don’t want it (feat. t.i.) lyrics
by Doe B
Featuring T.I
Prod By C Note
Featuring T.I
Prod By C Note
(Intro)
Every day we sacrifice for the motherf*ckin streets
But they still come with adversity
And we embrace that
So I woke up this morning and I thought to myself
These pus*y n*ggas don’t it, let go they all off the shelf
Call upon all my n*ggas and keep my head to the left
Lookin to lyrics that I never turn, I bring home my cheddar
Where they thought like the better, words might stretch like a river
Hear these n*ggas talkin fowl, they deserve what they took
Smoke a n*gga like Snoop and lighter strike in your lip
Push my blunt on the crew boys, don’t move like Luke in this b*tch
That choppa hot as the lava, they don’t call this yo friend
I hear you weird n*ggas talkin, don’t mean to pull with your friends
And she say nobody feels you
You need nobody until somebody kills you
So all these n*ggas all wanna be famous
Will I paint the picture until I paint it
Talkin bout crazy like a R&B singer
Like I go up for a week like a brand new Chrysler
Better keep a eye, mean this a ranger
n*ggas got a problem, I suggest you get a handle
Don’t light it up, you don’t wanna know what up
This sh*t I got for you will be better for yo health
(Pre-Hook)
I swear to God you don’t want it
I swear to God you don’t want it
Real talk, you don’t want it
Real talk, you don’t want it
(Hook)
But real n*ggas don’t f*ck wit yall
They don’t f*ck wit yall, they don’t f*ck wit yall
Real n*ggas don’t f*ck wit yall
They don’t f*ck wit yall, they don’t f*ck wit yall
Real b*tches don’t f*ck wit yall
They don’t f*ck wit yall, they don’t f*ck wit yall
Them b*tches don’t f*ck wit yall
They don’t f*ck wit yall, they don’t f*ck wit yall
Okay little n*ggas here in my clique
And bad b*tches on my di*k
I’ll be a stand up guy til I die
And give a f*ck who don’t like this sh*t
The flavor I keep, ain’t nobody right here
In a new drop big with hand white b*tch
Poor black kid, ain’t nobody like you
Feel 4-5 brick when they blow to AC
Bolt up, might catch yo body like clique
Shoot them in the head, feed yo body to the fish
And goddamn B let em now we got the blow still purr on the low
Shawty ye ain’t even know
I can give a damn bout whoever hatin on me
Got some playin kid n*ggas and a few that can’t hold me
Got some Alabama n*ggas, say you really don’t want it
Remind them bad b*tches always on it
Anybody know me know I used to sell the G for a silent OZ
But yo brain freeze 3, you can get a whole key
But for a n*gga on the roll you can cago leap
One trip and where they at? Where they at? Less they call you
Cameras all in it, b*tch want 1-40
If it ain’t 100 cash in the bag I ain’t going to the club
f*ck a little n*gga, take him but they selling drugs
So from Rio De Janeiro to Chicago we ain’t hear em
Went missin my cheddar, Louie hella we appear
Every time you see me I got 2 freaks with a new uzzi and the S I take
Girl ya bad behavior, I suggest yall behave
My n*ggas tryna rob me for the automatic riddle
n*gga go, God bless yall n*ggas
I arrest yall n*ggas and be just that my n*ggas
(Pre-Hook)
I swear to God you don’t want it
I swear to God you don’t want it
Real talk, you don’t want it
Real talk, you don’t want it
(Hook)
But real n*ggas don’t f*ck wit yall
They don’t f*ck wit yall, they don’t f*ck wit yall
Real n*ggas don’t f*ck wit yall
They don’t f*ck wit yall, they don’t f*ck wit yall
Real b*tches don’t f*ck wit yall
They don’t f*ck wit yall, they don’t f*ck wit yall
Them b*tches don’t f*ck wit yall
They don’t f*ck wit yall, they don’t f*ck wit yall
f*ck yall n*ggas!
You don’t like a n*gga, put yo finger in my face, see what happenin there
Ain’t nobody never touch me and it ain’t nobody never done nothing to me n*gga
Yea you talkin bout a n*gga, shots fired n*gga
Hey man, hey man
Don’t wanna talk man, don’t wanna talk
Yea I’m done, yea I’m done
I’m through with it
I’mma let yall sucka ass n*ggas man
I’mma let yall sucka ass n*ggas ahead of this sh*t, man I’m done
I’m done
Aye man
I’m lyin, n*gga Popeye a punk n*gga
I ain’t bullsh*ttin, n*gga he beat Bluto’s ass every episode
I ain’t bullsh*ttin my n*gga
Hey look, check this out my n*gga
I ain’t even, I’mma stop sayin anything bout anything man
Any n*gga ever came and got anything from me on credit n*gga
If you owe me money you’d better check these n*ggas
Slap fire these now when they say something bout me
I mean real talk man
Every b*tch I’ve been with man
Goddamn if you hear her heart and I let you live
Man you yell hard and I go soft on you man
I’m for real man
I coulda f*cked you again b*tch, I know I coulda
You start screamin I lay it back, you know what I mean?
…
(Pre-Hook)
I swear to God you don’t want it
I swear to God you don’t want it
Real talk, you don’t want it
Real talk, you don’t want it
(Hook)
But real n*ggas don’t f*ck wit yall
They don’t f*ck wit yall, they don’t f*ck wit yall
Real n*ggas don’t f*ck wit yall
They don’t f*ck wit yall, they don’t f*ck wit yall
Real b*tches don’t f*ck wit yall
They don’t f*ck wit yall, they don’t f*ck wit yall
Them b*tches don’t f*ck wit yall
They don’t f*ck wit yall, they don’t f*ck wit yall