(Intro)
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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(Verse)
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Fuck around, what these hoes really want from me?
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Getting paper since junior high, never gave a bitch no lunch money
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Now I’m grown, on my own
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Still won’t give a bitch no lunch money
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You got old bills, I’m with Jae Millz
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We sittin there countin that young money
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Sittin there countin that young money
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Haters, don’t you fuck around
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Cuz you ain’t yo music, both could be underground
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Brand your house and paint away, these bullets jump around
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Throw that silencer on that
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Shh, don’t make another sound
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And then I’m back on em
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Drop off, pop yo lack on em
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Squeeze hard like Steve Jobs
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He’ll dive and I’ll put this mack on him
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Squeeze hard like Steve Jobs
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He’ll dive and I’ll put this mack on him
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So nice had to say it twice
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Rewind and bring it back on em
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Blue Porsche, red Benz
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Nice truck, the lad cherish
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That baby mama’s got more BBM’s than a Blackberry
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Hah, don’t fuck around when I’m in my zone no
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Cuz this that Hennessey Rose and Patrone flow
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(Hook)
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So don’t
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around (nah nah nah)
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So don’t
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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You don’t wanna
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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Nah nigga, you don’t wanna
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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Cuz we don’t
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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We don’t
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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Nah nigga, we don’t
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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Nigga we don’t
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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(Verse)
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Don’t fuck around cuz we don’t fuck around and let the macks loose
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Been killin these lil boys since Kevin jumped in that berriac juice
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Lil boys, they all lil boys, they might not even know Kevin jumps in these
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But right now they don’t even need to
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Just know when you stand I read you
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Used to walk the streets of Harlem
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Now call me Sir Brickalot
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Different cars in my garage
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So sometimes I’m so switchin up
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3 hundred for my true religions
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You in that all body coupe trippin
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I pull up right next to you
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Playin candy girl in a new edition
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Uh, wutchu know bout that?
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Chrome go clap, no fresh start
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Sharp shooter, bitch I think I’m bread hot
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Don’t know when to quit nigga I think you bread far
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Then your girl is a star, she get the award for best jobs
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You don’t, she could get out of hand
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I’m so hood like the dollar vans
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Chase yo bitch ass girl in the alley
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Just like bishop to drive the mands
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Niggas want respect, ain’t put in a word though
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But this that sour kush and granddaddy purp flow
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(Hook)
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So don’t
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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So don’t
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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You don’t wanna
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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Nah nigga, you don’t wanna
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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Cuz we don’t
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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We don’t
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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Nah nigga, we don’t
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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Nigga we don’t
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Fuck around, fuck fuck around
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YMCMB!
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Fuck Around
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| Jae Millz |
