Don't Fuck With Me Lyrics
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Don't Fuck With Me Lyricsby Push Play Buy album CD: Push Play EP The nerve of you, he'll sit and clip at your lines like he ain't heard of you... I seen it happen before, that man will murder you. The lowest form of a thief is a cat burglar Tiptoe-in but the whole while clonin' The elephant's in the room, the bitch glowin'. Like a ghetto girl with the good weave sewn-in She walk like it's hers but the whole world knowin'. Told n—as it's the new god flow It's that new testament and that old god* knows And you new n—as don't get to pass GO I'll monopolize boardwalk empire flow So don't mention me in the same breath, I'm Genghis Just venting I never wish to be famous Truth told I'd much rather be strangers Before it leads to me turnin' niggas to angels Local niggas hatin' but I can't blame 'em Cleared the road to the riches but I can't pave 'em Put Trey up on your hook, still couldn't save 'em Better chance with a snowball hittin' Satan Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFlys Now I'm back to the future, my career deja-vu you when you muthaf–kers thought I would barely survive Rappers on their sophomores, actin' like they boss lords Fame such a funny thing for sure when niggas start believing all those encores I'm just the one to send you off, bonjour See yourself as I pull up in that mirror tint Skins vs blouses, you mirror Prince Chappelle Show, all of your Neal Brennans Sketch comedy, who is for real penning? The talk don't match the leather The swag don't match the sweaters And wolves don't walk with shepherds These Margiela verses all of you mall dwellers Off-the-rack suits looking like pallbearers Coffins for my old bitches' orphans Daddy's MIA like a dolphin Play the Fendi bucket like a sharks fin Cool J-ing on you bitches but I'm dark-skinned We walked in, seats courtside, dap Diddy, Will Ferrell on my walk by At the US Open, there's much more to Queens Versace blu-blockers, row behind Oracene Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFlys Now I'm back to the future, my career deja-vu you when you muthaf–kers thought I would hardly survive Push... no shots... but nothing goes unseen
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