N.O.R.E. - We Don't
Overige artiesten: Rick Ross Ty Dolla $ign

Been there, done that
She a rat, she gonn' run that
Money cars clothes
And these dime piece souls
Don't cuff them, we pass them
Do them hoes like Madden
Now 'lil bitch on madams
You ain't gotta ask I'm smashin'
You ain't gotta ask for them rollies
Everything I ride is foreign
Got a little bitch that's foreign
Fuck my other bitch she borin'
My gold twenty- four karats
If it ain't a nigga won't wear it
Tell her roll your own weed I ain't sharing
And tell that bitch nigga stop staring

'Cause we don't fuck with 'em niggas
We don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no
We don't fuck with 'em niggas
We don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no

We don't fuck with 'em niggas
We don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no
Fuck what them niggas say
Fuck what them niggas say
Yeah, yeah

We don't fuck with them niggas
Ain't grow up with them niggas
Never have a drink, never smoke a blunt with them niggas
It's just me and my bitch, other niggas is phony
You know me I'm a OG
On the run from the police
Let the bitch leave, bye bye
Connect is the plug, WiFi
East coast niggas rep that NY
West coast nigga done taught me how to drive by
Consignment, money back pronto
Thumbs all green from cilantro
African, killers from the Congo
And Latin niggas with spears, a ill combo

'Cause we don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no
We don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no

We don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no
Fuck what them niggas say
Yeah, yeah


Fuck what them niggas say
Before I drop this was a hit away
Brought the city back still niggas hate
'Cause they see a nigga straight
All gold prezzy got the bigger face
And that new Benz got a different shape
Straight cash I bought Forints
Pull up on that bitch, engine roaring
Used to kill the block every morning
Now the house on the hill a few G's like Lauren
Fresh Dickies and some chucks when I'm on my cali shit
The hood pass when I land, ain't nobody gonn' trip
OG and the spliff, thirty three shots in the clip
Won't fuck with him, but I fuck his bitch

'Cause we don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no
We don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no

We don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no
Fuck what them niggas say
Yeah, yeah

First one she ever sex on a jet with
In a parking lot in the projects with
First one ever counted hunned stacks with
Give ya ten just to get a bag with
Two seater sunset, time to smoke one
Two bitches that I got up out of Oak 1
New crib look like Barclay's Center
And I'm running two a days with your bae nigga
Maybach all black squad in the frat
Yay in the trunk wings on my lap
Man that boy sittin' back deeeeen
Now it's time for some action

'Cause we don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no
We don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no

We don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no
Fuck what them niggas say
Yeah, yeah

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