of someone else? Don't let me get me Don't let me get me I'm my own worst enemy Its bad when you annoy yourself So irritating Don't wanna be
said we wouldn't be apart No, I don't believe you When you say you don't need me anymore So don't pretend To not love me at all I don't mind it I still don
da da da da-da da Please, please don't leave me Baby please don't leave me No, don't leave me Please don't leave me no no no You say I don't need you
{Refrain:} Laisse-moi foutre mon p'tit bordel. Continuez le vacarme mais ne ramenez pas d'armes Prets a faire peter le thermometre avec juste un bloc
Laisse-moi foutre mon p'tit bordel Secoue bien ton gros cul ou ton p'tit corps maigre Secoue bien tes fesses grasses ou ton p'tit corps maigre Laissez
just don't care We just don't care We just don't care U know I love it when u loving me Sometimes it's better when it's publicly I'm not ashamed I don
Chorus: Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing
'm treatin' rap like crack If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition Don't take it personal, gotta go to jail and if I come back And don'
{Master P talking in a Tony Montana "Scarface" voice] What, you thought the last don was dead, man? Ha. You're fucking wrong, man. The last don didn'
, we just don't care We just don't care, we just don't care Let's make love Let's go somewhere, they might discover us Let's get lost and lost, we just don
I don't know what it is but it makes me feel I'm crazy I don't know what it is but it makes reality hazy I don't know what it is but I got the feeling
what I got to tell y'all (UUUNNNGGHHH!) [Chorus] I, don't, fuck witchu, bitch, ass, uh, niggas I, don't, fuck witchu, bitch, ass, uh, niggas I (for my real thugs!) don
[Intro- Master P] Oh yeah, I done delivered the mail, all platinum Ghetto Postage wody And I can't do nothing for the 2 G'z but make every ghetto bounce
constantly saying Don't judge me, just trust me, sometimes just hug me How come these niggas mug me, why don't these niggas love me The ghetto raised me so don
don't want you no more Chorus [mr. serv-on] Say boo, it ain't like you was with me when I was serving fiends So I don't owe you shit, right now turn
know my motherfuckin name Big bee hive boy and p and bossalinie (bossalinie) On the tank that'll make you wear smelly And we don't give a lily fuck about
not coming back Maybe you'll understand when you're waking up alone In a cold and empty bed If you're reading this, I'm gone Happy birthday PS - Don
Byrd gang we get money We won't stop, we destined to blow I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go So don't forget about me, don't forget about me
