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(feat. Dolla Boi, Small World)
Small World X4 (Ludacris)
Uhhuhh no way no how, get em like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow
(Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think they talking)
(Bout you, you not quite sho' Younasayin' but it aint no way they talking' bout)
(You, introducing the new members of Disturbing Tha Peace: Small World)
(From Norfclk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, Here we go What?)
Chorus X2
Who the fk you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the fk you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Small World
3, 2, 1
What's begun, is the start but b*tch we be saying we
"we just getting started it since one"
Y'all been monitoring, pondering bout it
How bout I, pull it out and kapaow, I'll heat em up out his mouth with it
Big Small World, Norfclik is the gang, extended clip in the jeans
Put em in a box like Bisquick
I'm a laker wit clips, get em in the lake wit clips
Truth is ya a clipper with clips aint cha b*tch
I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you for looting dollars
But you lootless and dollarless, fk it I shot for Luda n Dolla
I crash parties, blast with proposed toast
Im a have a problem like Scr*p blat with me short of hoes
One for ya d*mn lips, or there be mixture of blood and dandruff
If you don't get my d*mn drift
Creep to ya grave and leak DT pi*s
This is yo highness at his less tempered
Keep it pimpin' and watch
Chorus X2
Who the fk you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the fk you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Dolla Boi
I been having a bad day, the same ol s**t
We don't give a fk about who you is
The same ol clique, and the same ol biz
The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip
The same 4-4, with the same ol clip
Half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get, b*tch
R.I.P. Rick James "I'm Rich b*tch"
You talkin' to much, nigg* you a snitch b*tch
And we don't do it like that
We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black
Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack
Unload em reload em, we back black
And when dem gats letting off
Red dots loud noises like planes taking off
Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross, make me bang at cha boss
For dem things coming soft, nigg*
Chorus X2
Who the fk you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the fk you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Ludacris
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Now if a bad b*tch wants d*ck, then its d*ck I give her
Ludacris nigg*, I stand and deliver
Neva back down, won't shake nor shiver
fk with me and get found in the Chattahoochee River
This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker
But shoties to the body make him drop much quicker
Yeah I appear to be a nice lil nigg*
fk with anything I love, I'm a stone cold killa
Eating off of 'Sace (versace), sleeping on chinchilla
8 figga nigg*, I'm a multi milla
See me in the street, it can't get no realer
Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla
My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga
I do good as* bidness, with a bad as* temper
Please tell ya b*tch, stop playing with my zipper
Or I'll Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER!
Chorus X2
Who the fk you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the fk you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
