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Busta Rhymes( Trevor George Smith Jr. )
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You Ain't F***in' Wit Me
Lyricist:Michael Angel Saulsberry, Trevor Smith
Yeah, aiyyo uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh, yeah This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yeah
Busta Rhymes, you know we live and in color Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter Smash shit regularly, word to my mother Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter violate Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter Ah, articulate, feels so great That I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate
No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five, five Uh, fuck it, it is a must we hold grands Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold, hands
Foul shit, way out of order Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin' buckets of water Disorderly conduct, will erupt When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna Aight bitches, now show yo' asses
The shit we droppin' be sure to get y'all movin' (Get the fuck up) We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the loop is (We keep it boppin', we keep it gangsta muh'fucka) And it ain't no stoppin' the way that we gon' do this Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin' with me, ah (What the fuck, come on)
You see I got so much new hot shit stored Got you givin' me an award, floored a couple on the come up Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
My price tag, just to show up the shit Might be somethin' you can't afford Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, ah Talk the trash, comin' forth get past lie duke Pass shorty with the big horse ass
Now ain't no stoppin' how we comin' full blast Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash No lie, never deny so hot we cook the shit well done Just like a deep fish fry
Uh, snap crackle and pop, what we drop and how we keep shit comin' How we maneuver so fly, so high is where we gon' take it Controllin' the land, controllin' the sea Now we control the whole sky
Perhaps make niggaz collapse make bitches shake they shit to the floor And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap Make you crash all in your whip when you drive I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz, now throw yo' hands up
The shit we droppin' be sure to get y'all movin' (Get the fuck up) We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the loop is (We keep it boppin', we keep it gangsta muh'fucka, come on) And it ain't no stoppin' the way that we gon' do this Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin' with me, ah (What the fuck, come on)
Yeah, this sound like the music to Frankenberry or some shit The fuckin' Groovy Ghoulies and friends or somethin'
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