I Heard You Got A New Man I See You Taking A Pic Lyrics

I Heard You Got A New Man I See You Taking A Pic Lyrics

I Heard You Got A New Man I See You Taking A Pic Lyrics is an English song performed by Big Sean, written by D.J. Rogers and others. the music production was handled by Mike Free, KeY Wane, Dahi, Mustard & Kanye West. You will get the song lyrics below.

I Heard You Got A New Man I See You Taking A Pic Lyrics

[Intro: Big Sean]
Uh-huh
f^^k

[Pre-Chorus: Big Sean]
(Mustard on the beat, ho) I don’t f^^k wit’ you
You lil’ st^^d a^^ bi^^h, I ain’t f^^kin’ wit’chu
You lil’, you lil’ dumb a^^ bi^^h, I ain’t f^^kin’ wit’chu
I got a million trillion things I’d rather f^^kin’ do
Than to be f^^kin’ with you (You,) lil’ st^^d a^^

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I don’t give a f^^k, I don’t give a f^^k, I don’t, I don’t
I don’t give a f^^k, bi^^h, I don’t give a
f^^k about you, or anything that you do
I don’t give a f^^k, I don’t give a f^^k, I don’t, I don’t
Don’t give a f^^k about you, or anything that you do
I don’t give a f^^k, uh

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I heard you got a new man, I see you takin’ a pic (Woah)
Then you post it up, thinkin’ that it’s makin’ me sick
Brr brr, I see you callin’, I be makin’ it quick
I’ma answer that s^^t like, “I don’t f^^k wit’-
Chu, bi^^h, I got no feelings to go
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
I mean, for real, f^^k how you feel
f^^k your two cents if it ain’t goin’ towards the bill, yeah
And every day I wake up celebratin’ s^^t, why?
‘Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bi^^h, I
Stuck to my guns (Woah,) that’s what made me rich
That’s what put me on, that’s what got me here, that’s what made me this (This)
And everything that I do is my first name (B-I-G)
These h^es chase bread, aw d^^n, she got a bird brain
Ain’t nothin’ but trill in me, aw man, silly me
I just bought a crib, three stories; that bi^^h a trilogy
And you know I’m rollin’ weed that’s f^^kin’ up the ozone
I got a bi^^h that text me she ain’t got no clothes on (Swerve)
And then another one text (Swerve, swerve,) then your a^^ next
And I’ma text your a^^ back, like—

[Pre-Chorus: Big Sean]
I don’t f^^k wit’ you
You lil’ st^^d a^^ bi^^h, I ain’t f^^kin’ wit’chu
You lil’, you lil’ dumb a^^ bi^^h, I ain’t f^^kin’ wit’chu
I got a million trillion things I’d rather f^^kin’ do
Than to be f^^kin’ with you, lil’ st^^d a^^

[Chorus: Big Sean, E-40]
I don’t give a f^^k, I don’t give a f^^k, I don’t, I don’t
I don’t give a f^^k, bi^^h, I don’t give a (E-40)
f^^k about you, or anything that you do
I don’t give a f^^k, I don’t give a f^^k, I don’t, I don’t
Don’t give a f^^k about you, or anything that you do (Hawoo)
I don’t give a f^^k, uh

[Verse 2: E-40]
Got a million things on my mind, executive deals online, limited amount of time
Chasin’ these dollar signs and you ain’t on your grind
You liable to find me up in the MGM casino in the D
f^^kin’ off fetti I could’ve put on property
From the Bay to the Murder Mitten, my ni^^as put murder missions
She choosin’, that’s her decision, free my ni^^as in prison
On the phone with a bi^^h who can’t do s^^t
For a pimp but make a ni^^a hella rich (Hella rich)
Got a blunt in my dental, blowin’ hemp in a rental
On my way to Sacramento, late night; Arsenio (Arsenio)
I’m never sentimental, go hard or go homeless
Barely Harley, I’m chromeless (Uh,) you might end up domeless (Uh)
I bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin’ me
I’ll make a bi^^h stand outside forever, like the Statue of Liberty (Mmm)
Rest in pimp, Pimp C, underground king of the South
I raise my styrofoam up, and pour some drink in my mouth (Pour up)
Why you always comin’ around with bad news? (Bad news)
Say you want me to win, but hope I lose (Hope I lose)
Askin’ if I rock with other ni^^as in the crew (Crew,) but them ni^^as cool (Cool)
It’s just that—

[Pre-Chorus: Big Sean, E-40]
I don’t f^^k wit’ you (Lil’ biatch)
You lil’ st^^d a^^ bi^^h, I ain’t f^^kin’ wit’chu (Uh-uh)
You lil’, you lil’ dumb a^^ bi^^h, I ain’t f^^kin’ wit’chu
I got a million trillion things I’d rather f^^kin’ do
Than to be f^^kin’ with you, lil’ st^^d a^^

[Chorus (Extended): Big Sean]
I don’t give a f^^k, I don’t give a f^^k, I don’t, I don’t
I don’t give a f^^k, bi^^h, I don’t give a
f^^k about you, or anything that you do
Don’t give a f^^k about you, or anything that you do (You)
I don’t give a f^^k, I don’t give a f^^k, I don’t, I don’t
I don’t give a f^^k, bi^^h, I don’t give a
f^^k about you, or anything that you do
Don’t give a f^^k about you, or anything that you do

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
I got a new chick that I gotta thank God for (God)
I got a new whip that I gotta thank the lot for (Swerve, swerve, swerve)
Yeah, I got a lot, but want a lot more
Yeah, we in the buildin’, but I’m tryna take it to the top floor (Floor)
I swear I hear some new bulls^^t every day I’m wakin’ up (Uh)
It seem like nowadays everybody breakin’ up (Uh)
That s^^t can break ya down, if you lose a good girl
I guess you need a bad bi^^h to come around and make it up (Yup)
I guess drama makes for the best content
Everything got a bad side, even a conscience
Now you’re drinkin’ ’til you’re unconscious (Woah,) feel me
When you get a fine bi^^h, just don’t forget to read the fine print
Life got me meditatin’ like I’m in the Himalayas
Keep it G with the L lit on me like the elevator
Yeah, I know that karma too real, so I hope you doin’ cool
But still—

[Outro: Big Sean]
st^^d a^^ bi^^h, I ain’t f^^kin’ wit’chu
No, no, no, no
Little st^^d a^^, I ain’t f^^kin’ wit’ (Woah)
I ain’t f^^kin’, I ain’t, I ain’t f^^kin’ wit’chu (Woah)
I ain’t f^^kin’ wit’chu, ha
Straight up, yeah, yeah
Woah

Song Credits

Song Name:I Don’t F^^k with You
Artist(s):Big Sean
Writer(s):D.J. Rogers, Mike Free, Big Sean, E-40, Mustard, Sayitaintone, KeY Wane, Dahi & Kanye West
Album:Dark Sky Paradise
Produced:Mike Free, KeY Wane, Dahi, Mustard & Kanye West

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