"Ain't Fuckin With You" [Intro] That T.M. shit, that T.M. shit Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that shit That T.M. shit ? Game! [Chorus: unknown singer
Übersetzung: The Game. Ist das nicht Fuckin With You.
That T.M. shit – Game! [Chorus: unknown singer (The Game)] I don't care that you lookin like Beyonce on her best day (I ain't fuckin wit'chu) You got
Avalon, (dayum) another 30 in the Maxima, you know u ain on with n**** dawg so I ain even askin her {100 Grand in my bed instead of getting cash you can
I know why you a busta, you a fake, you a bitch, you a lame you should've stayed on the porch you ain't ready for the game got my first stripe at twelve
west (west) It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south) Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked) But wherever we go you gotta
huh) you already know how it is (you already know I ain't gotta tell you) you gotta stay on top of it, you gotta stay on the grind you can't let them
K's fuck that four deep shit we comin with it - hundred round drummin with it you runnin from it - we runnin with it, you bitch ass niggaz ain't fuckin with
know body step on your toes, your ain't know bitch Hoes getting niggaz caught up for the same ol' shit Thinking what u you think is smarter and you ain't
t fuck with me, I'll stump you If you score the right amount, I'll front you I talk this shit 'cuz I'm bout this shit Ain't no way I could run a way out
you to take her out You can't even afford I-Hop You pullin up at the club Jumping out with brand new shirts on And she say gimme some money You can't
they ain't wanna fuck ya You screening all your calls, don't wanna answer the phone You ain't working with nothing, they wantcha to leave em alone You ain't working with
money now, I ain't hurt nigga You want a verse, I get mad, not work with you If you got street money, then the price different You in the major league, you know you
people that the cope out the drought Fuck with a nigga money, that ain't how it go in the south That how the fuck you get caught up and ain't a way out
with my brains bust I ain't rocking like that, Nigga I'm trying to live I ain't trying to get killed, Trying to get these mills Trying to fuck these hoes
your purse you gotta skate, you lucky you don't get burned [Chorus] [B.G.] Girl don't play dumb, you know who made you Everything you want you get, everything you
I got bad nerves - don't make me click if I do What happen after I finish with you is on you I warned you - you can't never say I didn't Brains painted
car next to Fresh or B I know you ain't got the price like them: ten a-piece I know you bet' stay in your place - don't fuck with us I know you ain't
