John Anthony - IDFWY Lyrics

Goddamn, man, (Yeah)
Y'all ain't ready for this, (Yeah, man)
Yeah
Check it out

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I met this chick last year, man, she was fucking wild
Took me three night in bed to find out that she had a child
Shit is ridiculous, so instead I'ma sneak around
And hit up the seven digits of this bitches mother and fuck her for a while, (Yeah)
Oh shit, I dialed the wrong number
Accidentally called the crazy bitch and now she knows that I'm fuckin' her mother, (Damn)
She starts flipping and bitching and crying and I'm like, you need'a realize honey that

I don't fuck with you, (Yeah)
I said, I don't fuck with you, (Oh shit, yeah)
I don't fuck with you
I said, I don't fuck with you

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm like goddamn, goddamn, why the fuck does this happen?
Why the fuck does every chicks gotta be so problematic?
Damn, she actin' ratchet
Nah, that's her natural habit
That's just the way they act when grow up as stubborn asses, (Facts)
I met this chick having drinks at the bar
Ass was so fat, I didn't think she would fit in my car
Told her let's take this party back to my place and get it started
But she's like, well I gotta man, I'm like yeah? Well he must be retarded
I take her back and do work on that ass
Scratchin' and hurtin' that ass
After, I nap on that ass
When morning comes, throw some waffles and syrup on that ass
Drive her down the block, near the curb and just (skrrt) on her ass
This bitch is crazy, who the fuck you think you moving in with? (Yeah)
I never said I wanted you, I wanted booty, tits and maybe some kisses
But that's it, I hit and then forget it
But just in case you didn't get the message

I don't fuck with you
I said, I don't fuck with you, (Yeah, I said)
I don't fuck with you
I said, I don't fuck with you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
These women crazy, I can't even justify 'em
'Cause they say they love ya but you know baby girl must be lyin', they don't
Wanna be favored, they wanna be someone's rock
Don't push me baby, I'm not a player but I fuck a lot
This red-headed chick I met at the backstage of my concert
Was all up on me and awkward but honestly wasn't bothered, (No)
I tried to asked for her name and number to start it off
But I noticed that she's flirtin' with one of my bodyguards
That's my homie Jimmy, Jimmy is nearly fifty, two-hundred and sixty pounds
And this bitch is all on 'em, thinkin' she's pretty
But Jimmy's married and fuckin' disgusted and so am I
'Cause I never been stuck up by a bitch in my fuckin' life
So me and Jimmy just play along, actin' all fuckin' petty
Convincing this skinny bitch she can do us both for a quickie, (Ha)
We head around the back as she hopes that we fuck her
Instead we toss her right in the dumpster like

I don't fuck with you, (I don't fuck with you, bitch)
I said, I don't fuck with you, (Ratchet ass-looking mother fucker)
I don't fuck with you, (Goddamn, man)
I said, I don't fuck with you, (You belong to the streets, bitch)

I don't fuck with you, (Oh)
I said, I don't fuck with you, (Goddamn, man, I said)
I don't fuck with you, (I don't fuck with you, bitch)
I said, I don't fuck with you, (Get your filthy ass back on the streets)

(Yeah)
Ah, man