And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance Yeah, what up, Detroit? Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn't They didn't do it again (What-what, you what?)

'Cause I don't wanna fuck with you no more, no more No more, no more, no more, no more, no more I don't know what to do sitting here alone Just waiting on a cue I don't wanna fuck with you I don't wanna fuck with you I don't know what to do Sitting here

Do you wanna fuck? Do you wanna fuck? What's your interest are? Who you be with? I don't really give a what! What I need to know is Can I ask a question? Can you keep a secret? Do you wanna uh? Do you wanna uh? What are the odds we'd even meet? What does

I don't want I don't wanna hurt you I don't wanna hurt you, oh I'm warning you But if you call me up, I'm fuckin' you on sight And now I know relationship's my enemy So stay away from me You try to fill the void with every man you meet 'Cause you're

Don't fuck with my love I don't wanna know that, babe That heart is so cold All over my home I told her she knows Take aim and reload I met this girl late last year She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear" I told her, "I'm not really looking for

I could give you double, baby I could change your whole damn life in a day Why would you wait on a train that's never coming, girl? Yeah, I know you don't wanna be that girl that's fucking what's his face He ain't gonna rock with ya, talk with ya all the

Obviously you ain't shaking him I see that nigga, I'm slaying him Fuck this shit, I'm tired of this Ain't tryna be your alternate Fuck it, you can stay with him Why the hell you wanna stay with him? You don't know what you could be You ain't don't even

You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said But when

You don't know What you do to me lately Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers I got so much love for ya Want you to know How much that I fuck with you, oh Wanna roll one up for ya Want you to come to the back of the club It's a gang thing, it's

15 racks, 20 racks, 30 racks, I got them bands Rocks with the ice on my shirt and them D&G pants Ice on my neck and no I didn't get no advance Bitch you know I'm tryna fuck and I don't wanna dance Now I can't go to the mall 'cause they know who I am I