Busta Rhymes - You Ain't Fuckin' Wit Me Lyrics

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Artist: Busta Rhymes Lyrics
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Yea, hey yo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea,
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea

Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
**** butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
Smash **** regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the *****es and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate
Catch it from one of my *****es, box cutter (cutter)
Articulate! Feels so great
That I can bless my *****s with **** they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive y'all *****s can take a nosedive
**** so live *****es want to give me a high five (five)
**** it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and **** *****es who love to hold (hands)
Foul ****, way out of order
**** **** up leave *****es hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live **** come on *****s do what they want to (wanna)
Alright *****es, now show yo' asses

The **** we dropping be sure to get y'all moving (get the **** up)
We keep it popping, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it bopping)
(we keep it gangsta ************)
And it ain't no stopping the way that we goin' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't ****ing with me
(what the ****, c'mon)

Huh, you see I got so much new hot **** stored
Got you giving me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my *****s applaud
My price tag, just to show up the ****
Might be something you can't afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice *****s like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now *****s know we rock on, ****-strong
All y'all *****s is straight popcorn
Talk the trash, coming forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse *** (***)
Now ain't no stopping how we coming full blast
Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny, so hot we cook the **** well done
Just like a deep fish fry, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep **** coming
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it
Controlling the land, controlling the sea
Now we control the whole sky, perhaps make *****s collapse
Make *****es shake they **** to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, alright *****s! Now throw yo' hands up

The **** we dropping be sure to get y'all moving (get the **** up)
We keep it popping, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it bopping)
(we keep it gangsta ************)
And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't ****ing with me
(what the ****, c'mon)

Yeah, this sound like, the music to Frankenberry or some ****
The ****ing, groovy ghoulies and friends or something


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