Rogue Ninja (interlude)
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
No, I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
No, I cannot fuck with these bitches
Yeah, I'm on some other shit
I'm gone fuck with this other bitch
Yeah I'm on some money shit
These niggas they counterfeit
I really pulled up in that Porsche
AR-15 with the scope
AR-15 on the porch
Ain't never going broke
Ain't no chilling with a hoe
She got to bring me the dough
That's just what she got to know
Niggas envy on the low
Keep a lighter for the smoke
Pistol in the corner store
Now a days keep it close
All that love shit gone
All that trust shit gone
Know you did me dead wrong
Ain't answering my phone
Man just leave me alone
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
No, I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
No, I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
No, I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
No, I cannot fuck with these bitches
Yeah, I'm on some other shit
I'm gone fuck with this other bitch
Yeah I'm on some money shit
These niggas they counterfeit
I really pulled up in that Porsche
AR-15 with the scope
AR-15 on the porch
Ain't never going broke
Ain't no chilling with a hoe
She got to bring me the dough
That's just what she got to know
Niggas envy on the low
Keep a lighter for the smoke
Pistol in the corner store
Now a days keep it close
All that love shit gone
All that trust shit gone
Know you did me dead wrong
Ain't answering my phone
Man just leave me alone
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
No, I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
I cannot fuck with these bitches
I cannot fuck with these niggas
No, I cannot fuck with these bitches
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Writer(s): Julius Masters
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