| Oo-ooh
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| Mmm
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| Had the rent up, like a in these 97's
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| I been fuckin' on your BM, she stay off 97
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| I’m just a broke ass nigga, if I let you tell 'em (Laudiano)
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| But your bitch be fuckin' got it bustin', like a MAC-11, uh
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| fuck on a nigga, ballin'
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| Heard your baby daddy out there trippin', I’ma all that
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| problems, we don’t start that
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| Talkin' out your ass, you gon' end up with the shit back (Yeah)
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| That .40 get to buckin' on your bitch' ass
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| Like a suit and tie, bitch, I’m with the business, uh (With the business)
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| Big white brick, like riff-raff
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| I be pushin' weight on the strip, like it’s gym class
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| Niggas be braggin' 'bout shit, that I been had
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| This jewelry cost three ki’s nigga, do the math (Nigga, do the math)
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| You don’t wanna race with me, I throw this bitch and drag (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Bitch, you gotta pay the fee, can’t give a bitch a pass, uh (Bitch a pass)
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| Before you post with me, you gotta post a ad (Post a ad)
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| Before you layin' up with me, you gotta up a bag (Up a bag)
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| I don’t do this shit for free, I’m 'bout my fucking cash
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| Complainin' that you broke, but you on your fucking ass
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| Mama always told me not to fuck with you suckers
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| I can’t fuck with these niggas or trust 'em
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| I can’t hang with no bitch, fuck nothing
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| I just want the bag, baby, you just do the fucking
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| Fate just hit my phone, said it’s bustin'
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| Knife in front of that K, like a Russian
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| Fuck you and the niggas you run with (Fuck you)
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| Fuck you and the niggas you run with (Fuck you)
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| Big guns, big guns, I got big guns, big weight
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| All this coke, white, weigh a shit ton
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| Turn redrum, we don’t buck guns, come and get some
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| We don’t play with no opps, we gon' chip one
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| Bitch, I’m feeling myself, uh (Myself)
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| This face, I’m so high, I need help (I need help)
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| Big drank, I’ma sip it myself (Yeah)
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| Don’t owe no niggas shit, bitch, I did it myself, like (Like)
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| Hundred grand just knotch my belt, you (You)
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| Signing deals, gettin' put on a shelf, ayy (Ayy)
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| You type o' nigga, they sadly don’t bail you (You)
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| You type o' nigga in trouble gon' tell
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| Thumb drive that Cadillac, a bat outta hell (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Bitch, I just rap, I got rich of a scale (Of a scale)
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| Think it’s a joke, like it’s Kennan and Kel
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| The trap get to singin' like Patty Lebelle
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| Mama always told me not to fuck with you suckers
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| I can’t fuck with these niggas or trust 'em
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| I can’t hang with no bitch, fuck nothing
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| I just want the bag, baby, you just do the fucking
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| Fate just hit my phone, said it’s bustin'
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| Knife in front of that K, like a Russian
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| Fuck you and the niggas you run with (Fuck you)
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| Fuck you and the niggas you run with (Fuck you) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FUC YOU , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Still Cutthroat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп