| Tell me who fucking with you
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| Nobody fucking with you
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| I know now I’m telling the truth
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| Nobody fucking with you
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| Can do the little things you do
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| Can’t tell me I ain’t feeling you
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with you
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| Nobody fucking with you
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| I’m number 1 in the nation
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| But nobody fucking with you
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| You look sexy baby when you pushing that coupe
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| And when I’m tired ain’t nobody cooking but you
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| Ha nobody, can make me feel like the way you make me feel
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| Boss be you be like it when I paying the bills
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| No boozum but yea baby you so chill
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| And I thank you, now turn around let me spank you
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| When I kneel below your ear you be like, hehehe
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| When I’m grabbing on your heels you be like, hehehe
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| It’s your party your party, and nobody nobody fuck with your body your body
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| Tell me who fucking with you
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| Nobody fucking with you
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| I know now I’m telling the truth
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| Nobody fucking with you
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| Can do the little things you do
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| Can’t tell me I ain’t feeling you
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with you
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| Nobody fucking with you
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| Stepping out the lambo in the red bottoms
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| Hit some million when you touch the ground
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| And I love it when you serve me down
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| I be backing up don’t hurt me now
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| Nobody, hold the pistol like you hold it
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| Shit, you buy it Master P but I roll with you
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| And when we get home you know I’m fucking you
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| And you know we can do it out in public too
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| Eat you up, public’s food
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| Eight plus gration I’m schooling you
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| 9 in my pants that’s that tooling booth
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| And nobody’s fucking with you
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| Tell me who fucking with you
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| Nobody fucking with you
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| I know now I’m telling the truth
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| Nobody fucking with you
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| Can do the little things you do
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| Can’t tell me I ain’t feeling you
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with you
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| Nobody fucking with you
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| Girl you gotta be the baddest I ever seen
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| Just like Angelina Jolie
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| You fuck with me, I fuck with you
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| We ride out bandz on dry top cool
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| Money flying everywhere
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| California breeze girl your hair going everywhere
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| I swag on, I put the jag on
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| Show money couple racks, that’s why I sag on
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| Flashy nigga, cut my chains on
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| I know you love me babe 'cause the same song
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| Plus you got my shit on your ring tone
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| Pussy so good, girl your head got my mind going, swag
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| Tell me who fucking with you
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| Nobody fucking with you
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| I know now I’m telling the truth
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| Nobody fucking with you
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| Can do the little things you do
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| Can’t tell me I ain’t feeling you
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with you
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| Nobody fucking with you |