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Fuckin' Around Lyrics

from Thug Matrimony: Married to the Streets

"Fuckin' Around" is track #4 on the album Thug Matrimony: Married to the Streets. It was written by Harris, Clifford J./blanding, Christopher Alexander/hernandez, Carlos D./jenkins, Jay W./young, Maurice/marshall, Maurice Dwight.
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"Fuckin' Around" is track #4 on the album Thug Matrimony: Married to the Streets. It was written by Harris, Clifford J./blanding, Christopher Alexander/hernandez, Carlos D./jenkins, Jay W./young, Maurice/marshall, Maurice Dwight.
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Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

I hit the clown in the dirt
Jump on the top wit a drop that nigga down in the dirt
The first nigga quick to get it first
Call the paramedics 'cuz the police be stealin' from the hearse

I aim it at ya hat when I burst
If I don't get a Grammy I'm headed at the rat niggas first
And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb
Slap that bitch on the third

Nigga done caught wit a slurr
Can't see shit but a blur
Crank up that Chevy let her purr
We all from the curve
Bitch niggas runnin' up nerve

I ain't gone let you die
And I never gonna tag a man
Said you runnin' from the hood and I'm packistan
Bitch I'm a mutha fuckin' jacka man
And Understand when the mutha fuckin' crack is stayin'

Y'all mutha fuckers better run cuz we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got 4,4 that shoot the do' and got buck loads of that 84
And like John Doe, hit ya city
Start killin every nigga who ain't feelin' this rhyme
And ain't feelin' this vibe
To many niggas goose neckin' my ride

But okay my A.K fully
Y'all niggas watch how you step to me
And y'all young niggas back the fuck up
And don't make me act the fuck up

'Cuz it al' be another war
I'll kill every mutha fucker that y'all know
That's yo' ma,pa, sister in law
Yo' daddy yo dog and yo hoe

Now I ain't claim to be a saint
And no got damn serial killer
I just wanna know my nigga
What made you disrespect a nigga

What you thought I was a buster
Sucker, a rapper, or actor
Nigga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya
But one day fuck nigga I'm gone catch ya

Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

Been got my B's got my cheese
Fuck nigga you don't play wit the Jeezz
Cock back aim and squeeze
Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees

My ol' boy didn't raise no snitch
My Ol' girl didn't raise no bitch
U outta line I'll kill you bitch
Now put that shit on my chick

Man I pull 'bout 26 bitches
Gotta perk shit 26 inches
On the concrete nigga
Gotta lace on the concrete nigga

At least when I rap a lot
Break down hoes in the trap a lot
Fuck nigga I got crypt for days
Slip n' Slide wit them boys from Dade

305 to the 404, G' shit we'll take ya hoe
Look dawg we'll take ya bricks
Then you gone cop some candy shit
Fuck nigga I hope it's worth it
Spray ya ass like a job from Perfect
Gay niggas suck a dick ATL Dade county and Trick

Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

Aye,aye y'all suck ass niggas keep playin' wit me
Fuck around see me wit a A.K on the streets
Start bussin' makin' mutha fuckers lay in the streets
All 'cuz of what a nigga say on the beat

Look, I'm a G' thats sayin' the least
From trapin' to sprayin' the heat to wearin' the key
Instead of all that attention you were payin' to me
You should of been mindin' ya business and keepin' it pimpin'

But I know most niggas ain't built like that
Just know old niggas get killed like that
U don't wanna fuck around wit Tip like that
Look Flip when the body bag zip that's that

Niggas wanna talk shit and cock duce
Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin'
So you can run high and tell lies if you want to
But when I fuck around and run up on you what you gone do

Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

Songwriters
HARRIS, CLIFFORD J./BLANDING, CHRISTOPHER ALEXANDER/HERNANDEZ, CARLOS D./JENKINS, JAY W./YOUNG, MAURICE/MARSHALL, MAURICE DWIGHT

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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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