Don’t Put Your Hands on Me lyrics

by

Diddy


[Hook: repeat 2X]
You can talk all the f*ck you want (don't put your hands on me)
Betcha ass gon' get stomped (don't put your hands on me)
You better get the f*ck up out my face (don't put your hands on me)
b*tch n*gga better stay in your place (don't put your hands on me)

[Jody Breeze]
Well it's a lot of y'all thinking y'all got great big balls
Bout to get everybody wit ya hit cause you ain't heard bout us
We on the curb trying to get it like everybody
And we some thugs so we ain't even worried bout ya
Who gives a f*ck bout where you hang and who you hung wit
I could care less which one of you punks the punk b*tch
If it's my word best believe I'mma stand on it
Try me like I'm playing my man I'mma put my hands on ya

[Young Jeezy]
f*ck security they a bunch of hoes
Bout to get they damn thongs exposed (yeeaahh)
And I got that feeling
Say the wrong damn thing n*gga have ya dancing on the ceiling
I ain't lotto but I'm rich n*gga
And I'mma still smoke cause you'd a b*tch n*gga
Jeezy a grown ass man homie
Say what you want but don't put your hands on me
[Hook]

[Duke]
n*ggas looking like they want some action
Shake something lets see what's happening
Act a donkey start the yapping we gon' get it cracking
We make your whole click stop, drop, and then b*tch
Purchase Moet bottles just to bust you cross the head wit
Cuz the sh*ts gon' get gritty as a sewer pit
Boyz N Da Hood b*tch guess we gotta a truer click
And we gon' show them lames exactly what they dealing wit
Watch them dumb f*cks cuddle up when the tool clicks

[Big Gee]
My poultry died
My car got towed today
My lights ain't on
My folks stole all the yay
My p*ss dirty P.O. gon' told the state
Rent late trying to find me a home to stay
Bench warrants in bout 4 southeastern states
Last night I shot a n*gga all in the face
I just got another call full of bad news
Touch me I'mma kill ya got problems and an attitude

[Hook]
[Duke]
Now I'm off up in the club drunk, twisted and booted
You don't wanna test the gangsta when the grams get tooted
Pack a plastic pistol partner please believe I'll shoot it
It's the perfect time and place when you want me to prove it

[Big Gee]
You can huff and puff like the big bad wolf
I'll bar ya face up tight and sport the kick ass look
You can flabber jack, chow jack, talk back
Cuss me, tongue wrestle til ya tongue tied
But don't touch me

[Young Jeezy]
I'm such a gangsta I don't tout Glocks
Pop the trunk pump ya ass like some Reeboks
And I'm strapped I ain't slipping
Red jersey on Jeezy still Cripping

[Jody Breeze]
At any time I'm willing to pop the clip in
c*ck back one up in ya hip and see if you limp then
I done said just about what the f*ck I'mma say
So I'mma leave saying n*gga stay the f*ck out my face cause I ain't playing

[Hook]
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