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Leave Me Alone (ft. Dr. Dre & Ty Dolla $ign) (Explicit) - Xzibit
Lyrics by：Xzibit/Ty Dolla $ign
Composed by：Ty Dolla $ign/Xzibit
Produced by：Swizz Beats/Dr. Dre
Leave me the **** alone
Money I don't talk about it
I'm that type of ************
Doc' Dre ***** yeah
I **** with all them colors
I like it raw baby
**** the world no rubber
These snakes all in my grass
Slimy ******* undercover
Huh
Got me in here feeling like X behind the shutters
It's Mr **** you ************
Did I st-st-stutter
I'm in the forefront
You in the storefront
**** first night change your life ah Daddy Warbucks
G650 why you rolling on that tour bus
**** with us any hot occasion yeah we going up
**** can get sticky when them 60s start rolling up
Blood still boilin' up where you from
Throw it up
I can write an essay 'bout all my eses
On to the next phase
You couldn't **** with this on your best day
Brainstorming 'bout to rain on your ******* parade
Strange morning if I wake up with nothing to say
Deep pockets call my wallet Chris Wallace
Baby baby
Big facts this my attempt at being modest
I'm legendary give a **** what niggas call it
If you ain't talking 'bout a profit
Get the **** up out my office
You know I been that
Same old same old nigga mhm
She like Baby I ain't seen you in a minute mhm
I'm with my same old same old brothers mhm
Rolls-Royce and the Impalas and the Cutlass mhm
Maestros from the Popeyes and the Church's mhm
Now it cost a quarter milli' for these verses mhm
I put the most bitty women in new purses mhm
If I left the house without SIG Sauer
I'd be nervous mhm
Jealous niggas envious and after me like thots be
This white tee Bottega
From the Pro Clubs at the swap meet
I been beating up these p***y h*es since Rodney
She bag it up and dump it baby woah kemosabe ayy
Chop it chop it c'mon ayy
Drop it down woah woah ayy
Pick it up ayy who do you love ayy
Dolla ign and D-R-E sound like a billion bucks
Same nigga and I still don't give a billion ****s
From the land of the palm trees ***** please
You see my name on that market
You know I turn keys
**** I turn keys
Stepping on your neck and cracking the concrete
Poof
**** away from my table
This where the gods eat
Gods eat
Hit the casino with my ginger
We sippin' on gin and juice
There she goes ready to blow
My Penelope Cruz
Pay your dues show and prove
Everything you can lose
Breaking laws breaking jaws nigga
This that breaking news ha
Back to business back with the visions
**** your apology ha
Got my cling back Conor mcGregor **** the irony
Honestly most of these niggas ain't speaking honestly
We where they tryna be we turning up the economy ayy
Silent circles lot of zeros in these hidden figures
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show these niggas
And sometimes you gotta pop out and outgrow these niggas
Sunday morning hittin' corners
Holy-ghostin' *******
It's not what's said it's what was done
The West is one
You know the difference
That's why I keep my guns
And funds closer than a photo finish
Leave me the **** alone
Back to thicken the plot
Me and the doc' watch
The same old same old nigga mhm
She like Baby I ain't seen you in a minute mhm
I'm with my same old same old brothers mhm
Rolls-Royce and the Impalas and the Cutlass mhm
Maestros from the Popeyes and the Church's mhm
Now it cost a quarter milli' for these verses mhm
I put the most bitty women in new purses mhm
If I left the house without SIG Sauer I'd be nervous mhm
