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E-40

"I Don't f*ck With You"

[Produced By DJ Mustard, Kanye West & DJ Dahi]

[Pre-Chorus: Big Sean]
Uh, f*ck, I don't f*ck with you
You lil' stupid ass b*tch, I ain't f*ckin' with you
You lil', you li' dumb ass b*tch, I ain't f*ckin' with you
I got a million trillion things I'd rather f*ckin' do
Than to be f*ckin' with you, lil' stupid ass

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
I don't, I don't, I don't give a f*ck
b*tch, I don't give a f*ck about you
Or anything that you do
Don't give a f*ck about you, or anything that you do

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I heard you got a new man, I see you takin' a pic
Then you post it up, thinkin' that it's makin' me sick (brr brr)
I see you callin', I be makin' it quick
I'ma answer that sh*t like, "I don't f*ck with you."
b*tch, I got no feelings to go
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
I mean, for real, f*ck how you feel
f*ck your two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill
Yeah, and every day I wake up celebratin' sh*t
Why? ‘Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy b*tch
I stuck to my guns, that's what made me rich
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 b*tch a trilogy
And you know I'm rollin' weed that's f*ckin' up the ozone
I got a b*tch that text me she ain't got no clothes on
And then another one text, then your ass next
And I'ma text your ass back, like…

[Pre-Chorus: Big Sean]
I don't f*ck with you
You lil' stupid ass b*tch, I ain't f*ckin' with you
You lil', you lil' dumb ass b*tch, I ain't f*ckin' with you
I got a million trillion things I'd rather f*ckin' do
Than to be f*ckin' with you, lil' stupid ass

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
I don't, I don't, I don't give a f*ck
b*tch, I don't give a f*ck about you
Or anything that you do
Don't give a f*ck about you, or anything that you do

[Verse 2: E-40]
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
f*ckin' off fetti I could've put on property
From the Bay to the Murder Mitten
My n*ggas put murder missions
She choosin', that's her decision, free my n*ggas in prison
On the phone with a b*tch who can't do sh*t
For a pimp but make a n*gga 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, you might end up domeless
I bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin' me
I'll make a b*tch stand outside forever, like the Statue of Liberty
Rest in pimp, Pimp C, underground king of the South
I raise my styrofoam up, and pour some drink in my mouth
Why you always coming around with bad news?
Say you want me to win, but hope I lose
Askin' if I rock with other n*ggas in the crew
But them n*ggas cool, it's just that…

[Pre-Chorus: Big Sean + (E-40)]
b*tch, I ain't f*ckin' with you (Lil biatch!)
You lil' stupid ass b*tch, I ain't f*ckin' with you (Nuh-uh!)
You lil', you lil' dumb ass b*tch, I ain't f*ckin' with you
I got a million trillion things I'd rather f*ckin' do
Than to be f*ckin' with you, lil' stupid ass

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
I don't, I don't, I don't give a f*ck
b*tch, I don't give a f*ck about you
Or anything that you do
Don't give a f*ck about you, or anything that you do
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
I don't, I don't, I don't give a f*ck
b*tch, I don't give a f*ck about you
Or anything that you do
Don't give a f*ck about you, or anything that you do

[Verse 3: 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 buildin', but I'm tryna take it to the top floor
I swear I hear some new bullsh*t every day I'm wakin' up
It seem like nowadays everybody breakin' up
That sh*t can break you down if you lose a good girl
I guess you need a bad b*tch 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 you're unconscious
Feel me when you get a fine b*tch
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…

[Outro: Big Sean]
Stupid ass b*tch, I ain't f*ckin' with you
Little stupid ass… I ain't f*ckin with…
I ain't f*ckin'… I ain't, I ain't f*ckin' with you
I ain't f*ckin' with you (Straight up)

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