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You ain't f**ing with my team I'm on them dexys, but my n***as be like, "Come on, I lean" You ain't f**ing with my team I'm on them dexys, but my n***as be like, "Come on, I lean" She want it bad Like it's MJ Her man is feeling blue Like he chambray n***a cold and fancy Moet on ice In the bathroom blowing coke While these n***as is on Sprite And I'm rapping for the n***as they called f*g cause they was swaggin' Now these n***as jacking cause the girls that we be baggin' And I'm chilling out in Brooklyn, it's too crowded in Manhattan And I'm trying to start an attraction with a girl softer than satin And she want me cause my fashion's chic; I'm dressing like it's Fashion Week And she gon' have some trouble walking when it comes to after me Heart running like an athlete, she's cumming Taylor Swiftly She's gunning for my heart like tools that make the haters history You want a piece of my heart? Come and get me You want a piece of my heart? Come and get me You want a piece of my heart? Come and get me We drink two fingers of Two Fingers, my two fingers Are truth bringers; me in the booth? That's truth, n***a She only twenty-two, but she's seen the world She blonde, her eyes are blue; she's trying to see some swirl She's trying to be the girl whose feet'll curl when I eat her pearl Her schemes unfurl, but I'm with it too, so it's fifty shades of a tea named earl She likes it rough, so I'm choking her up And she's leaning like styrofoam cups And she's rubbing her clit like a Buddha for luck And she's begging me to just keep on giving her co*k Yeah, she just keeps begging me to give her the co*k So I give her the co*k and I give her the co*k And I give her the co*k and I give her the co*k And I give her the co*k, but I'm giving no f**s Yeah I'm giving no f**s Yeah I'm giving no f**s And she's a fox in socks And she can't wrestle for sh**, but n***a, you should see her box