"Guilty By Association" lyrics - PITBULL

PITBULL

"Guilty By Association"

[Intro:]
Man
I hate it when I'm in the club or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor on or how many bricks they flippin and I mean
I really don't need to hear that shit to be honest with you dawg

[Chorus:]
It's cool you flip birds, don't bring that shit around me
(Guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so don't come around me
(Guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick, don't talk that shit around me
(Guilt-guilty by association)
'Cause I ain't gettin indicted with fools around me
(Guilt-guilty by association)
It's cool you flip birds, don't bring that shit around me
(Guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so don't come around me
(Guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick, don't talk that shit around me
(Guilt-guilty by association)
'Cause I ain't gettin indicted with fools around me
(Guilt-guilty by association)

Call me Miami haro haro, 'cause this deals with the track
Blows my mind like oh chea
Yeah, that's wrong, but it's real
Fuck boys they know the deal
Pit done started a revolution
Now all they wanna do is follow, follow, but chill
I went from tia servin me meals to makin a meal
So fuck with your deals, talk is cheap so fuck a grill
Miami got them boys that's real, trill
Now full of, gold, grills, sell steel
But only God knows that they kill bill
You can tell them boys is rookies
When they make it rain in the club
You know them boys is rookies
When they got a hundred ones under dub
I love it when they think they big time
But they just servin cookies
And I love it when they think they from the hood
And they just surburban pussies
I'm off in the sky boxing tootsies, with Pepe
Knock chasin' pussies, just lookin for investors
To back up this movement we pushin
I ain't comfortable so everything I make is kushin'
And every day comes nothin but stockin with sushi

Dime con quien tu van da, y te digo quien tu eres
Pitbull el rapero, pero negociante Armando Perez
I rap for them low key boys, get money, no keys
And thanks to this rap shit
I don't gotta hear nothin' bout' no keys boy
But it's like everywhere I go
Everybody pull up low by the boatloads (woah)
Then they get on records and rap about the shit
And cold like the dead don't know
These boys need to wake up and smell the cocaine
'Cause this a different day and age in the rap game
'Cause the feds, cabs, bobs
Wise they'll listen to everything that we say
You can deny it until you get federally indicted
Accounts frozen and family just put on a diet
Them big boys that push heavy weight know I ain't lyin
I'm tryin to blow til the point I can tell Donald Trump
"You fired." I did what I had to do to get where I'm at
I push a little this, I push a little that
But now that the game has let me in I ain't never goin back
And man you can bet that
Havin problems movin weight?
Man, I wish I could help, but rap is my meal ticket
So keep them bricks to yourself

[Outro:]
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