Big Sean – I Don’t Fuck With You lyrics

[Hook: Big Sean]
I don’t ****with you
You little stupid ass ****, I ain’t ****in’ with you
You little dumb ass ****, I ain’t ****in’ with you
I got a million trillion things I’d rather ****in’ do
Than to be ****in’ with you
Little stupid ass, I don’t give a ****
I don’t give a ****, I don’t I don’t I don’t give a ****
**** I don’t give a ****about you or anything that you do
Don’t give a ****about you or anything that you do

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I heard you got a new man, I see you takin’ a pic
Then you post it up, thinkin’ that its makin’ me sick
I see you calling, I be makin’ it quick
I’ma answer that **** like: “I don’t ****with you”
**** I got no feelings to go
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
I mean for real, ****how you feel
****your 2 cents if it ain’t goin’ towards the bill
And everyday I wake up celebratin’ ****, why?
Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy ****
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 everything 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 **** a trilogy
And you know I’m rollin’ weed that’s ****in’ up the ozone
I got a **** that text me, she ain’t got no clothes on
And then another one text, then your ass next
And I’m gonna text your ass back like “I don’t ****with you”

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Verse 2: E-40]
Got a million things on my mind
Executive deals online, limited amount of time
Chasin’ these dollar signs and you ain’t on your grind
You might be able to find me up in the MGM casino in the D
****in’ off fetti I coulda put on property
From the Bay to the Murder Mitten, my ****as put murder missions
She choose him, that’s her decision, free my ****as in prison
On the phone with a **** who can’t do ****
For a pimp but make a ****a hella rich
Got a blunt in my dental, goin’ H.A.M in a rental
On my way, to Sacramento, late night, Arsenio
I’m never sentimental, go hard or go home, listen
Barely Harley, I’m chromeless, you might end up domeless
I bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin’ me
I make a **** stand outside forever like the Statue of Liberty
Rest in pimp, Pimp C, underground king of the South
I raise my Styrofoam up, and pour some drank in my mouth
Why you always coming around with bad news?
Say you want me to win, but hope I lose
Ass never rock with other ****as in the crew
But them ****as cool, it’s just that

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
I got a new chick that I gotta thank God for
I got a new whip that I gotta thank a lot for
Yeah I got a lot but want a lot more
Yeah we in the buildin’ but I’m tryna take it to the top floor
I swear I hear some new bullshit every day I’m wakin’ up
It seems like nowadays everybody breakin’ up
That **** can break you down if you lose a good girl
I guess you need a bad **** to come around and make it up
I guess drama makes for the best content
Everything got a bad side, even a conscience
Now you’re drinkin’ ’til your unconscious
Feel me when you get a fine ****
Just don’t forget to read the fine print
Life got me meditatin’ 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 you doin’ cool
But still stupid ass **** I ain’t ****in’ with you
Little stupid ass I ain’t ****in with
I ain’t ****in’, I ain’t I ain’t ****in’ with you
I ain’t ****in’ with you

Omega Crosby – Till We Gone lyrics

[Chorus]
We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone

We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone, We hot

[Verse 1]
In the MGM on my deathrow shit
MC Hammer but I don’t wanna go broke shit
I’ve seen it all like I lived twice
Fingers thru the sunroof, Thug Life

Hollywood, Paparazi’s straight star struck
I got bitches waitin on me like the mail truck
Its the land of the free but we feel cuffed
Loyal to the game even when it feel rough

Modesto California, i live it by the second
Everyone want the 411 no, april eleven
All i want is the bread like a toaster
Life ain’t fair but its full of rollercoasters

How we gon make it through if yo brain on quit
How you burnin my desire if that flame ain’t lit
How we gon make it even if that cake don’t split
Gotta put it all together if that piece don’t fit

[Chorus]
We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone

We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone, We hot

[Verse 2]
Life ain’t no vaycay but them hoes gon trip
New faces new places its the same old shit
I got an uncle in county, I got a cousin in state
Rest in peace Real but which one of us fake

I hear more talk then cell phones
I’ma count this paper like my nails long
My name could be right and I’m still wrong
I keep my Jesus piece till all the sin is gone

I got attitude like I’m Ruthless
I’m in that oldschool like I’m youthless
You ain’t even know how this shit ends
I stay in these bitches heads like split ends

My nigga Mak got a Tec, my nigga Tek gotta Mac
All the cases and fees they ain’t neva comin back
Modo two oh, nine, yea I put on like jeezy
This ones for them young ones who know livin life ain’t easy

[Chorus]
We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone

We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone, We hot