Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F*** the Ying Yang Twins, artist - Ying Yang Twins. Album song United States Of Atlanta (Chopped And Screwed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
F*** the Ying Yang Twins |
Hey! |
I went to school with them pussy ass niggas |
They ain’t worth shit |
Man I remember when that nigga used to be ridin? |
in that fucked up ass pontiac |
And that shit was god damn sittin? |
outside |
He had it posted up like that mother fucker was hard |
That nigga ain’t hard, that no hand ass nigga who he be runnin? |
with |
That nigga ain’t shit neither, he was up at south side |
Big boy poppin? |
cuz he make that bank hit bounce shit |
I almost slapped his punk ass one day in the lunch room |
He ain’t, god damn. |
I seen him, god damn when whistlin? |
down the street |
Talkin? |
bout he need a ride, what kinda nigga need a ride? |
They made whistle while you twurk, And thats functionin? |
Ain’t these some hatin ass niggas? |
Now look at this shit |
I asked that nigga to run me up the street when he got that god damn Impala |
He said nah, now that was some fucked up ass shit |
Them ol? |
pussy ass niggas can suck my dick! |
(faggots) |
Im goin? |
back mother fucker from the 6 zone |
The same crippled mother fucker got picked on |
I ain’t never really have shit, holme |
But a hard time and cold in my spit, holme |
Now certain that wasn’t workin? |
shit, holme |
Man some label me a bitch, holme |
The only plan is im bout to get rich, holme |
If u don? |
t like what im sayin?, suck my dick, holme! |
Poppin? |
pills and niggas droppin? |
and fallin? |
off the fuckin block |
Some niggas doin? |
good and some niggas on crack rocks |
Some of these niggas make a hell livin? |
in the game |
Some of these niggas may try but it seems they can’t |
Cuz when they come down, they see this shit get hard |
I know you try to be a man but that shit get hard |
If you got it on your chest nigga speak your mind |
In your ass get it wrong, you gon leave by nine! |
(Now) |
I remember when that nigga D-roc?s mama used to be candy lady |
That nigga had to go come strait home from school |
And could never go outside and play |
That lil punk ass boy, I always told him he wasn’t never gon blow up in this |
shit |
But he still wanna be in this shit and he start runnin? |
with god damn Kain |
Like they were really gon blow up bein? |
the Ying Yang Twins |
Them ol? |
punk ass niggas! |
(Where your handicap sign at?) |
Busta bustas nothin? |
else but bustas |
Glustlas on a nigga pinky make em mug us |
Grills, my squad conceal upon here |
Crips, they gats conceal upon here |
Off the river deep down |
With crip then be quietKnown from the east to the fuckin? |
west side |
Nigga down to ride cuz im soldierfied |
Never swallow my pride and you can check my height |
Look nigga Im gon run your bone and try to get with |
To put this shit in, now you shaken like a bitch |
Fuck that shit, a nigga sayin you tryin to sound like me |
So Im gon bust you in the lip like we shoppin? |
for free |
And you? |
re at a low of words for a cat |
Got your tongue with the gat |
Got your mouth wide open, so who wanna… Oh u think your The Don?! |
Ha ha; |
that ain’t so, now its real nigga im a step in to let you fuckin? |
know! |
Hey, you remember that nigga Ed used to walkin? |
tall |
He walkin? |
tall, god he got em beat, he got them golds |
He think his pockets swole |
Them niggas still ain’t got it goin? |
on |
He walkin? |
around tellin? |
his holmes like a lil punk ass boy |
I used to give him his way all the time, he just loved talkin? |
shit |
Now he think he walkin? |
tall |
Cuz he got that whistle while he twurk! |
(I heard he still stay wit this mama) |
Middle of the road ah |
Watch out for them rollas |
Pimpin Glock, told us |
Thick like soldiers |
If ya? |
ll ain’t ready, ya? |
ll gon get it |
You bitch ass niggas can’t really fuck with it |
Better watch out for them boys |
And here up on the map |
Wherever I stop and rest, best believe Im gon to snap |
You c? |
mon up in here now them niggas wanna hate em |
We already on the top of that shit so them niggas can’t break us |
Drop you like a tree, sting you like a bee |
You make me mad now im knockin? |
out your fuckin? |
teeth |
We can take it to the streets, If you ready then its on |
Beat you like your daddy then see your ass on |
A dead man walkin?, a deaf nigga listenin? |
A blind nigga lookin?, a crippled nigga flippin? |
No leg nigga runnin?, a no hand nigga slap ya |
Thats some fucked up shit if no hand nigga slap ya! |
(Ha) |
That nigga must be tellin? |
the truth cuz he a no hand ass mother fucker |
Tried to slap me with that mother fucker but he missed |
I already knew that mother fucker wasn’t shit when he first said that shit |
That ol? |
punk ass boy, And his god damn car he ever had broke down comin? |
down the street |
That mother fucker just fell, that was some funny ass shit |
Yea! |
And remember when we ran that punk ass nigga out from South Side? |
And god damn he ran straight up to his crib in the complete other alley |
How come this mother fucker hadnt learned yet |
That was some fucked up ass shit, It was funny though |
It was funny to me cuz this mother fucker think this other nigga gonna help him |
And everybody started turnin? |
their back on himI already knew he wasn’t shit |
and he never gon be shit and he ain’t never gon mount to shit! |
(Repeat 3 times) |
Fuck the Ying Yang Twins! |
They ain’t shit |
They ain’t ridin on dubs! |
They ain’t shit |
They got them golds in they mouth, but they ain’t shit |
They ain’t shit! |
They ain’t shit! |
Fuck the Ying Yang Twins! |