Fuckwitmeyouknowigotit Lyrics - Lil Wayne

I mean it's simple 

Can't fuck wit us 

I got money on yo head 

I don't do my dirty work 

I cut off my hands, I don't even touch the work 

I pray these niggas don't fuck with me 

And I don't like to curse in church 

And my bitch' pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth's 

I mean that, believe that 

Don't be short with that work nigga 

We find out where yo ho work nigga 

We follow your moms from church nigga 

You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher 

Get'em Tune 

I don't really fuck around with certain niggas 

Fuck all yall niggas, except my niggas 

These niggas hustling backwards 

Check ya rear-view mirror and your side mirrors 

OG kush keep my mind clearer 

That choppa get yo mind right 

I got 2 choppas that's chopsticks 

Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice 

Been so long since I seen my eyes white 

You know I smoke like dry ice 

Better stay in yo lane or get sideswiped 

It's going down, let me straighten up and fly right 

Still can't turn a ho into a housewife 

Man it's like some things will never change 

You ain't got a shot in a gun range 

These chumps ain't even got chump change 

Uh yea, and don't fuck with me, you know I'm Gotti 

Check yourself before I sign it 

Yea, I'm shinin on these niggas, no horizon 

Yea, and it's going down if I'm her pilot 

Uh, my new car is so robotic 

My new bitch is so provided 

Money talks, yours like no comment 

Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Christopher Wallace 

Desert Eagle like the Mojave 

I get my work from Rico Suave uh 

It's a Rollie if I got time on my hand 

You ever see me broke? Write on my cast 

Boy my weed so good I cry when it's gone 

Had a phone in jail, that's a cellphone 

Yea, I'm bout to buy a machinegun 

We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps 

I'm sittin on some train tracks 

Hopin' that bitch speed up 

I'm strong-arming these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea 

I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes 

Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized 

Put me in a hospital room, full of flat lines 

I'm Tunechi Lee immortal 

My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo order? 

I say... 

Testarossa over testimony 

Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me 

Fuck all y'all niggas in Swahili nigga 

Ain't nothing free round here but Willy, nigga 

Ak-47, call it Mr. Biggs 

All my niggas blood, fuck yo syringe 

Chop his head off, put it in the fridge 

Try not to mistake that shit for dinner 

Dedication 

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Hey let me introduce you nigga to America most 

Every nigga round with me carry a tote 

Sadity bitches like a nigga Tune on the low 

They just be like 10 and be doing the most 

Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the boat 

I'm on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat 

What you niggas make a year; I could do with the blow 

You keep on playin with me, bet I'll put a few in you ho 

The fate of a fuck nigga, we soon to see 

These niggas sweet as perfume to me 

I mean really like cartoon to me 

Ain't nobody fuckin with Tune and me 

Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we trust 

Young Money Cash Money, they down with us 

I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you finna give the ho up 

And don't buck shawty listen, you don't really know us 

We a bust a nigga head, leave him layin for dead 

I get caught with a banger, I'ma lay in the feds 

In gen pop nigga every day in the feds 

I was chillin on the yard, really going hard 

And these pussy niggas catchin' feelings over broads 

King pussy nigga but I'm really like a god 

A town nigga, bank head I'm about it 

Everybody know "to fuck with me cuz I got it" 

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