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feat lil jon petey pablo - u don't want dat (feat. lil jon) - petey pablo كلمات الأغنية

i’mma tell y’all n-gg-s like this sh-t right
it’s 2003 my n-gg-
all that yappin’ at the mouth sh-t my n-gg-, ah
man n-gg-s ain’t with that sh-t my n-gg-
i don’t play that sh-t no more man
as soon as a n-gg- start talking that sh-t
man, you on the floor son

watch a n-gg- get sword on for talking that sh-t
watch a b-tch get rode on for talking that sh-t
watch that n-gg- get laid out for talking that sh-t
watch them b-tches get drugged out for talking that sh-t
you don’t want none n-gg-, you don’t want none
you don’t want none b-tch, you don’t want none
you don’t want none n-gg-, you don’t want none
you don’t want none b-tch, you don’t want none

you don’t like me, yeah
i don’t like you, yeah
you wanna fight me, yeah
i wanna fight you, yeah
put your hands up, n-gg-
put your hands up, b-tch
put your hands up, hoe
put your hands up, trick

f-ck these rental cars, yeah
they don’t run sh-t, yeah
who run this sh-t?
we run this b-tch
put your hands up, n-gg-
put your hands up, b-tch
put your hands up, hoe
put your hands, trick

my back ain’t dead, yeah
my lip ain’t swoll, yeah
my head ain’t bust, yeah
my nuts ain’t grey, yeah
put your hands up n-gg-
put your hands up b-tch
put your hands up hoe
put your hands up trick

i’m from a small town called ‘woop a n-gg-s -ss’
and i mean, well, woop a n-gg- -ss
i mean, well, beat a b-tch to death
and i mean, well, came all the way there
taka n-gg- down a dirt path to a junk yard
where it stankin’ at, aha
put his -ss in a plastic bag but just a home
where you blast him at i’m talkin’ ’bout

tie it up with a shoe string
and a picture hook stuck in the thang
layin’ on empty cans and recylin’ bags
with some b-tch-ss gatorade, i own a switchblade
well, cut b-tter to put in tha d-mn microwave
better get you a sharpener baby,
‘cuz that thang only gonna get me aggrivated

you look hard
but you really soft, you cotton soft
you try to make me mad, mad
but you just p-ss me off, you p-ss me off
shiit i ain’t scared of you n-gg-, n-gg-
and i aint scared of them hoes, hoes
and i definiely ain’t scared of that tank t shirt
-ss n-gg- thankin’ he’s woe

i don’t blame you, yeah
i blame your mammy b-tch, yeah
she should’t of f-cked your daddy, yeah
she shoulda sucked the d-ck, yeah
yous a punk boy, yeah
a f-ck boy, yeah
you like it in the -ss, yeah
with something real hard, oh

swear to god, motherf-cker we be slayin’ ’em up
have one of these n-gg-s, i tear him up
havin’ him sayin’ that country boy was bad as f-ck
came hit him with a heater, ain’t have to bust
take the bullets from a gun n-gg-, add them up
put them right back in it before i put it up

i’m saying this game ain’t changing much
still the same motherf-ckers used to sell the drugs
them same ones that used to come to the club
see a n-gg- leave a n-gg- in a thang of blood
in a car with a browd when the police come
gone before they find out what the h-ll it was of

dead wrong, you don’t hear me tho
but it ain’t nothing that n-gg- ain’t done before
it ain’t nothing that a n-gg- won’t try again
but remember that sucka’s already killed a man
gone craig, gone craig still froggin’ and go ahead
and leap but when you jump over here, jump over here
try and remember what the f-ck i said ‘cuz i mean

- feat lil jon petey pablo

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