You Ain’t f*ckin’ wit Me lyrics

by

Diddy


[Intro]
Yeah
Ayo, Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yeah {*imitating the beat*}
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yeah
Busta Rhymes (Uhh!)

[Verse 1]
You know we live and in colour (Colour)
sh*t butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (Gutter)
Smash sh*t regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the b*tches and put it down for my brudda (Brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate
Catch it from one of my b*tches, boxcutter (Cutter)
Ahh, articulate!
Feels so great that I can bless my n*ggas with sh*t they appreciate ('Ciate)
No jive, y'all n*ggas can take a nosedive (Huh!)
sh*t so live b*tches wanna give me a high five (Five)
(Ughhh!) f*ck it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and f*ck b*tches who love to hold hands (Hands)
Foul sh*t, way out of order (Hah)
f*ck sh*t up, leave b*tches hot and sweaty, drippin' buckets of water (Water)
Disorderly conduct (Hah), will erupt
When the live sh*t come on, n*ggas do what they wanna (Wanna)
Aight b*tches, now show your asses
[Hook]
The sh*t we droppin' be sure (Huh!) to get y'all movin' (Get the f*ck up, n*gga)
We keep it poppin' (Yeah), feel how gangsta the loop is
(We keep it poppin', we keep it gangsta muh'f*cka)
And it ain't no stoppin' the way that we gon' do this (C'mon! Yeah)
Now what you want me to say? (Yeah) Say you ain't f*ckin' with me-eeeeeeh
(What the f*ck, c'mon, huh!)

[Verse 2]
You see I got so much new hot sh*t stored
Got you givin' me an award (Ward), floored a couple on the come up (Hah)
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board (Board), the way I make my n*ggas applaud
My price tag, just to show up the sh*t
Might be somethin' you can't afford ('Ford)
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice n*ggas like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song (Hah!)
Now n*ggas know we rock on, c*ck-strong (Hah)
All y'all n*ggas is straight popcorn, ahh
Talk the trash, comin' forth, get past, lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse ass (Ass!)
Now ain't no stoppin' how we comin' full blast
Mix the fire with (Huh) gas, that's how we put it on smash (Smash)
No lie, never deny (Hah), so hot we cook the sh*t well done
Just like a deep fish fry (Fry)
(Ughhh!) Snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep sh*t comin'
How we maneuver so fly (Fly), so high is where we gon' take it (Hah)
Controllin' the land, controllin' the sea
Now we control the whole sky (Sky), perhaps make n*ggas collapse (Hah)
Make b*tches shake they sh*t to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps (Huh) and your face is the gutter we slap (Hah)
Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped (Strapped), aight n*ggas!
Now throw yo' hands up
[Hook]
The sh*t we droppin' be sure (Huh!) to get y'all movin' (Get the f*ck up, n*gga)
We keep it poppin' (Yeah), feel how gangsta the loop is
(Get up! We keep it poppin', we keep it gangsta muh'f*cka, come on!)
And it ain't no stoppin' the way that we gon' do this (C'mon! Yeah)
Now what you want me to say? (Yeah) Say you ain't f*ckin' with me-eeeeeeh
(What the f*ck, huh, come on!)

[Outro]
Yeah, this sound like, the music to Frankenberry or some sh*t
The f*ckin', groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin'
Ahahahahahahahahahaha...
{*Imitates beat again*}
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