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Artist: Big Sean f/ E-40
Album:  Dark Sky Paradise
Song:   I Don't Fuck With You
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Big Sean]
Uh-huh, fuck?!
{"Mustard on the beat, hoe!"}

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I don't, fuck with, YOU!
You lil stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with YOU!
You lil, you lil dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with YOU~!
I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do, than to be fuckin' with you
Lil stupid ass

[Interlude: Big Sean]
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't, I don't, I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I don't, give a, fuck about you or anything that you do
Don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do

[Big Sean]
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't, I don't, I don't give a fuck, uhh

I heard you got a new man, I see you takin' a pic (whoa)
Then you post it up, thinkin' that it's makin' me sick (blrrt blrrt!)
I see you callin', I be makin' it quick
I'ma answer that shit like "I don't, fuck with, YOU!"
Bitch I got no feelings to go
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
I mean for real, fuck how you feel
Fuck your two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill, yeah
And everyday I wake up celebratin' shit, why?
Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bitch
I, stuck to my guns, that's what made me rich (whoa)
That's what put me on, that's what got me here, that's what made me this
And everything that I do is my first name (B-I-G)
These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain
Ain't nothin' but trill in me, aw man, silly me
I just bought a crib, three stories, that bitch a trilogy
And you know I'm rollin' weed that's fuckin' up the ozone
I got a bitch that text me, she ain't got no clothes on (swerve)
And then another one text (swerve) then your ass next
And I'm gonna text your ass back like


[Interlude] - 2X

E-40.. HA-OOOOHH~!
Got a million things on my mind, executive deals online, limited amount of time
Chasin' these dollar signs and you ain't on your grind
You liable to find me up in the MGM Casino in the D
Fuckin' off fetti I coulda put on property
From the Bay to the Murder Mitten, my niggas put murder missions
She choosin', that's her decision, free my niggas in prison (yeah)
On the phone, with a bitch, who can't, do shit
for a pimp, but make, a nigga, hella rich
Got a blunt, in my dental, blowin' hemp, in a rental
On my way, to Sacramento, late night, Arsenio
I'm never sentimental, go hard or go homeless
Barely Harley, I'm chromeless (huh) you might end up domeless (huh)
I bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin' me
I'll make a bitch stand outside forever like the Statue of Liberty (mm)
Rest in pimp, Pimp C, underground king of the South
I raise my styrofoam up and pour some drank in my mouth (po' up!)
Why you always comin' around with bad news?
Say you want me to win but hope I lose
Askin' if I rock with other niggas in the crew
But them niggas cool, it's just that

[Chorus] - first bar line starts with "Bitch, I ain't fuckin' with YOU!"

[Interlude] - 2X

[Big Sean]
I got a new chick that I gotta thank God for
I got a new whip that I gotta thank the lot for
Yeah I got a lot but want a lot more
Yeah we in the building but I'm tryna take it to the top floor
I swear I hear some new bullshit every day I'm wakin' up
It seems like nowadays everybody breakin' up
That shit can break you down if you lose a good girl
I guess you need a bad bitch to come around and make it up
I guess drama makes for the best content
Everything got a bad side, even a conscience
Now you're drinkin' 'til your unconscious
Feel me when you get a fine bitch, just don't forget to read the fine print
Life got me meditatin' like I'm in the Himalayas
Keep it G with the L lit on me like the elevator
Yeah I know that karma's too real so I hope you doin' cool
But still stupid ass bitch I ain't fuckin' with YOU!

Lil stupid ass, I ain't fuckin with (whoa)
I ain't fuckin', I ain't, I ain't fuckin' with you
I ain't fuckin' with you, hahah
Straight up, yeah yeah, whoa