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N.O.R.E.

"We Don't"

[Pre-Hook: Ty Dolla Sign]
Been there, done that
She a rat, she gonn' run that
Money cars clothes
Any dime piece souls
We cuff them, we pass them
Do them hoes like matter
Now 'lil b*tch 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 b*tch that's foreign
f*ck my other b*tch she borin'
My gold 24 karats
If it ain't a n*gga won't wear it
Tell her wear your own weed I ain't sharing
Tell that b*tch n*gga stop staring

[Hook: N.O.R.E. and Ty Dolla Sign]
'Cause we don't f*ck with 'em n*ggas
We don't f*ck with 'em n*ggas
No, no, no, no, no
'Cause we don't f*ck with 'em n*ggas
We don't f*ck with 'em n*ggas
No, no, no, no, no

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
We don't f*ck with them n*ggas
Ain't grow up with them n*ggas
Never have a drink, never smoke a blunt with them n*ggas
It's just me and my b*tch, other n*ggas is phoney
You know me I'm my OG
Owner off in the police
Let the b*tch leave, bye bye
Connect is the plug, wifi
East coast n*ggas rep that NY
West coast n*gga done taught me how to drive by
Consignment, money back pronto
Thumbs all green from selantro
African, killers from the Congo
And latin n*ggas with spears, that ill combo

[Hook: N.O.R.E. and Ty Dolla Sign]
'Cause we don't f*ck with 'em n*ggas
We don't f*ck with 'em n*ggas
No, no, no, no, no
'Cause we don't f*ck with 'em n*ggas
We don't f*ck with 'em n*ggas
No, no, no, no, no

[Verse 2: City Boy Dee]
f*ck with them n*ggas say
Before I drop this was a hit away
Brought the city back still n*ggas hate
'Cause they see a n*gga straight
All go present got the bigger face
And that new benz got a different shape
Straight cash I bought forints
Pull up on that b*tch in jerarintp
Used to kill the block every morning
Now the house on the hill a few g like lauren
Fresh di*kies and some chucks when I'm on my calie sh*t
The hood pass when I land, ain't nobody gonn' trip
Og and the spliff, 32 shots in the clip
Won't f*ck with him, but I f*ck his b*tch

[Hook: N.O.R.E. and Ty Dolla Sign]
'Cause we don't f*ck with 'em n*ggas
We don't f*ck with 'em n*ggas
No, no, no, no, no
'Cause we don't f*ck with 'em n*ggas
We don't f*ck with 'em n*ggas
No, no, no, no, no

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
First what she ever sex on a jet wit
H
In a body line in the projects with
First one I never counted hunned stacks with
Vt, did they get a bag with
2 seater sunset tell her smoke one
2 b*tches that got a part of oak one
New crib nut like Barklay center
And I'm running to it days with your bay n*gga
Maybach all black squad in the frat
Yay in the trunk wings on my lap
Man I boy send back ???
Now it's time for some action!

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