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fucking with me - detroit l-o lyrics

f*cking with me lyrics
[verse 1]

i know these half timing n*ggas ain’t f*cking with me
if it comes down to war, they ain’t bussing with me
yea i’m bout to touch a mill, but you won’t touch it with me
in the middle of an orgy, they ain’t f*cking with me
k!ll the game, k!ll the game, is what they want detroit l*o to do
stack up on my revenue, when it ain’t sh*t else left to do
hit the booth and walk out with a batch of the purest crack
walking out with a couple pounds, you barely got a sack
these n*ggas, was barely working all along
6 hours in the booth and only came out with 4 songs
that sh*t pathetic then they wonder why i talk my sh*t
compare my lyrics to a loaded gun, overloadеd clip
every year thesе n*ggas got a whole new mission
never sticking to the script, it’s so much sh*t you n*ggas missing
palms is itching
been at the same objective for years
i been on the same road my dude, i just had to switch my gears
paying bills until i die, that is not the plan
so i’m serving all the crack a n*gga can to his fans
get em on the right track, turn a grinder from a slacker
in the game, n*ggas don’t realize the power of a rapper
tap into the minds of the youth in a major way
tell em put them guns down, set themselves a major play
flex in an iconic way, won’t let a sucker play me
they want beef like a deli, but i make the paper daily

[hook]

you ain’t f*cking with me
all a n*gga spit is crack, you ain’t f*cking with me
she say she love me, but she choosing, stop f*cking with me
putting work in every week, you ain’t f*cking with me
you ain’t f*cking with me
all a n*gga spit is crack, you ain’t f*cking with me
she say she love me, but she choosing, stop f*cking with me
putting work in every week, you ain’t f*cking with me

[verse 2]

it’s looking like these n*ggas falling off
i stay at work, i’m never calling off
i raid the game, word to lara croft
i go hard on beats that’s super soft
cash deposits make the d*ck hard, hand me the slip and let me fill it out
too many stamps on my passport, so you know a n*gga be tripping out
i be dipping out tryna see the world while you in the hood on the same sh*t
bombay, bottega, lemonade, pop up at the function n*gga with the same kit
fire and desire embedded inside the studio
if you ain’t full fledge with the sh*t, then why you do it for
she know i work a lot, we cut out all the nagging
that’s a bad habit that i’m trying to kick like when i’m sagging
so i pull them up, along with the ambition that i got
they want me to drop some heat, i hit em with it on the spot
even if it’s not a lot, you know it’s up in abundance
compensated with that chris brown money, you better run it

- detroit l o lyrics

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