I Dont Fuck With You (Remix)

I Dont Fuck With You (Remix) Lyrics

(Hook)
I don't f**k wit ya
You lil stupid ass b**ch, I ain't f**king wit ya
You lil, you lil dumb ass b**ch, I ain't f**king wit ya
I got a million trillion things I'd rather f**king do
Than to be f**king wit ya
Lil stupid ass, I don't give a f**k
I don't give a f**k, I don't I don't I don't give a f**k
b**ch, I don't give a f**k bout ya or anything that ya do
Don't give a f**k bout ya or anything that ya do
(Verse: Mase)
All otha things on my mind is cuttin' off
And all she be thinkin' of is suckin' me off
Since she know it all you can figure it out
1:15 new chick in the house, 2:15 I was kicking her out
3:15 she realized it's cold, 4:15 she was cutting my clothes
Calling up the locksmith, switching the code
And I ain't thinkin' bout my muthaf**kin' break-up
Becuz the get weather when she make up
And I ain't trippin', I ain't slippin', I ain't flippin'
I ain't tryna be comited to no chicken, got no piece up(?)
My ex say she gon' have to pick her face up
She gon' be like the stinker got his taste up
My chick so pretty like the hitter with the face up
And so many things, the best thing was the break-up
Come on, yeah!
(Hook)
I don't f**k wit ya
You lil stupid ass b**ch, I ain't f**king wit ya
You lil, you lil dumb ass b**ch, I ain't f**king wit ya
I got a million trillion things I'd rather f**king do
Than to be f**king wit ya
Lil stupid ass, I don't give a f**k
I don't give a f**k, I don't I don't I don't give a f**k
b**ch, I don't give a f**k bout ya or anything that ya do
Don't give a f**k bout ya or anything that ya do
(Verse 2: Big Sean)
I heard ya got a new man, I see ya taking a pic
Then ya post it up, thinkin' that its makin' me sick
I see ya callin', I be making it quick
I'mma answer that sh*t like I don't f**k with ya
b**ch I got no feelins to go
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilins to go
I mean fo' real, f**k how ya feel!
f**k yo two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill, yeah
And erryday I wake up celebratin' sh*t, why?
Cuz I just dodged the bullet from a crazy b**ch
I stuck to my guns, that's what made me rich
That's what put me on, that's what got me here
That's what made me this
And errythin' that I do is my first name
These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain
Ain't nothin' but trill in me, aw man, silly me
I just bought a crib, three stories, that b**ch a trilogy
And ya know I'm rolling weed that's f**king up the ozone
I got a b**ch that text me, she ain't got no clothes on
And then anotha one text, then yo ass next
And I'm gonna text yo ass back like
(Hook)
I don't f**k wit ya
You lil stupid ass b**ch, I ain't f**king wit ya
You lil dumb ass b**ch, I ain't f**king wit ya
I got a million trillion things I'd rather f**king do
Than to be f**king wit ya
Lil stupid ass, I don't give a f**k
I don't give a f**k, I don't I don't I don't give a f**k
b**ch, I don't give a f**k bout ya or anything that ya do
Don't give a f**k bout ya or anything that ya do
(Verse 3: Big Sean)
I got a new chick that I gotta thank God fo'
I got a new whip that I gotta thank a lot fo'
Yeah I got a lot but want a lot more
Yeah we in the building but I'm tryna take it to the top floor
I swear I hear some new bullsh*t erry day I'm waking up
It seems like nowadays errybody breaking up
That sh*t can break ya down if ya lose a good girl
I guess ya need a bad b**ch to come around and make it up
I guess drama makes fo' the best content
Errythin' got a bad side, even a conscience
Now you're drinking till ya unconscious
Feel me when ya get a fine b**ch
Just don't foget to read the fine print
Life got me meditating like I'm in the Himalayas
Keep it G with the L lit on me like the elevator
Yeah I know that karma's too real so I hope ya doing cool
But still stupid ass b**ch I ain't f**king wit ya
Little stupid ass I ain't f**kin with
I ain't f**kin', I ain't I ain't f**king wit ya
I ain't f**kin' with ya