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fuckin wit me - j-formz lyrics

[intro: j*formz]
uh!
put your f*ckin hands up!
ayo!

[chorus: big l sample from lord finesse * yes you may remix & (j*formz)]
everywhere that i go, brothers know my f*ckin name (formz!)
i’m floorin n*ggas and i only weigh a buck and change (boom!)
i gave a lot of black eyes in my extortin days (uh!)
f*ckin wit me, a lot of n*ggas was sportin shades (look!)
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[verse1: j*formz]
this is for anyone that’s ever questionin me
ask around about everyone i ever wrecked in a beef
you steppin to me? don’t think i’m f*ckin playin with you
so watch you words and listen to what i’m sayin to you
you talkin to them, you’re dealin with me
that’s my policy and honestly just how i feel that it’s gotta be
you went from hoppin on a beat dissin
to bein a…nevermind, i won’t say it, it don’t even make a diffеrence
i’m the typе to come to your house
and record me beatin your ass just because you opened your mouth
i’m the type to sh*t on you so bad
the kid got prices on his head from his very own stan
get your money back, b*tch, i’m still spittin
i’m an artist, you garbage, that’s a thin line, big difference
“yo, why you wastin your time fightin people and stressin?”
i don’t know, p*ssy, somethin like pride, i’m guessin
ya dig!?

[chorus: big l sample from lord finesse * yes you may remix & (j*formz)]
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[verse 2: j*formz]
now, i ain’t sayin every fight that i’m in, i win
but the ones i lost, it’s like: “oh, d*mn, you fought him!?”
and out of all of this sh*t
to this day, i swear, the worst i ever walked away with was a scar on my lip
i hardly ever touch the floor and i usually chase
and always f*ck my hands up just as bad as my face
you wanna go and get your boys cause i won’t break?
you won’t need jewelry to get your f*ckin neck*laced
you’d have a serious problem if i just ok’d it
cause i don’t need your f*ckin money, but i’ll still take it
and you could look at the last time i was tested with ink
it went, well, probably exactly how you would think
they keep talkin they wanna fight, you show up, and they can’t
then i gotta go to the hospital for f*ckin breakin my hands, i can’t
you grew up, said fightin was immature
you could call it that, i just call it gettin soft…
formz!
[chorus: big l sample from lord finesse * yes you may remix & (j*formz)]
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[verse 3: j*formz]
you probably ain’t usin your logic if fightin me is the topic
you wouldn’t wanna throw hands, you got a gun? then, go and pop it
i could probably beat your ass with my arms out of the sockets
the biggest thing on you is your stomach, son, stop it
but it’s whatever motha f*cka, we could fight if you want
they stay talkin, these p*ssies got me tight as this blunt
i ain’t makin calls, you’re lucky, i don’t need no help
you’re d*mn right i’m f*ckin proud i could defend myself
soft motha f*ckas talk and never see no hands
cause they so p*ssy, everybody feels too bad
just cause i don’t get props if i beat your ass
i couldn’t care, bein a b*tch don’t give you a pass
if you don’t wanna fight, then shut your motha f*ckin mouth
before i shut the sh*t for you and put your lights out
don’t make sense to me that i should ever hold back
f*ck that, watch me reach over and give him a smack
lets go!

[chorus: big l sample from lord finesse * yes you may remix & (j*formz)]
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