Don’t Want It lyrics

by

T.I.


[Intro]
Honorable C-Note

[Verse 1: Doe B]
So I woke up this morning, and I thought to myself
These pus*y n*ggas don't want it, grabbed the AR off the shelf
Call up all of my n*ggas, and keep my hat to the left
Looked in the mirror, and said I'll never turn my back on myself
[?]
[?] my stripes like [?]
Any n*gga talking foul, hit his ass with a tech
Smoke a n*gga like Snoop, that lighter strike in your [?]
Push one button on the coupe, raise the roof like Luke in this b*tch
Chopper hot as some lava, but I'm cool as your fridge
Out here you lil n*ggas talking, I'm in a pool with your b*tch
And she say nobody fears you, and you ain't nobody until somebody kills you
So all these n*ggas won't want to be famous, [?]
Drop a n*gga quick like an R&B [?]
[?] like a brand new [?]
Gotta keep an iron, these n*ggas so [?]
If you got a problem, I suggest you get a [?]
[?] with us
The sh*t I got you gon' be bad for your health

[Chorus: Doe B]
And I swear to god, you don't want it
I swear to god, you don't want it
Real talk, you don't want it
Real talk, you don't want it
But real n*ggas, I f*ck with y'all, I f*ck with y'all, I f*ck with y'all
[?] n*ggas don't f*ck with y'all, don't f*ck with y'all, don't f*ck with y'all
Real b*tches, I f*ck with y'all, I f*ck with y'all, I f*ck with y'all
[?] b*tches, don't f*ck with y'all, don't f*ck with y'all, don't f*ck with y'all
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Real n*ggas in my clique
And bad b*tches on my di*k
I'll be a stand up guy til I die, and give a f*ck who don't like this sh*t
The flav I kick, ain't nobody write this
And a new drop [?] with a half white b*tch
Point blank [?], ain't nobody like this
Flip 45 bricks, went and bought a white [?]
Get [?] I'ma catch a body right quick
Shoot him dead in the head, beat his body to [?]
And call Doe B, let him know we got the blow
Still [?] on the low, shawty you ain't even know
I can give a dam 'bout whoever hating on me
Got some Bankhead n*ggas [?] homie
[?] Alabama n*ggas, say you really don't want it
And my di*k, bad b*tches always on it
Anybody know me, know [?] G for a solid O.Z
But if you bring 23, you can get a whole key
If a n*gga on the road, call Doe B
Tripple decker [?]
Diamonds all in [?] 40
If it ain't a hundred cash, [?] to the club
[?] lil n*gga talking 'bout he selling drugs
From Rio [?] to Chicago, we ain't hear him
Wearing Mason [?]
Everytime you see me, I got two freaks with a new Uzi
And an [?]
On your best behavior, I suggest y'all be
A n*gga try to rob me, fully automatic ready to [?]
[?] bless y'all n*ggas, I rest y'all n*ggas in peace
[Chorus: Doe B]
And I swear to god, you don't want it
I swear to god, you don't want it
Real talk, you don't want it
Real talk, you don't want it
But real n*ggas, I f*ck with y'all, I f*ck with y'all, I f*ck with y'all
[?] n*ggas don't f*ck with y'all, don't f*ck with y'all, don't f*ck with y'all
Real b*tches, I f*ck with y'all, I f*ck with y'all, I f*ck with y'all
[?] b*tches, don't f*ck with y'all, don't f*ck with y'all, don't f*ck with y'all
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