Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck You , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 08.12.2011
Song language: English
Fuck You |
| I think they mad cause I’m relevant |
| Big choppers put holes in elephants |
| I got a bad bitch and she’s elegant |
| Bet a hundred thousand that bitch selling it |
| I’m on the block, bitch I’m doing hella shit |
| Them suckers over there, looking is irrelevant |
| I got a bolo coming from Mexico |
| And if the bitches talking gas, they ass like Texaco |
| I’m a reckless ho, you can’t check this ho |
| Bitch, my outfit cost more than your necklace, ho |
| And I’m doing shit that you never seen before |
| Having withdrawals, man, hurry where my blow |
| Fuck you! |
| Bitch fuck your mama too! |
| You can’t fuck with us |
| You can’t do what we do |
| I got a swag so sick make the whole crowd cough |
| I got a Lamborghini, hit the gas, the bitch get lost |
| You with a loser, need to lose him, it’s not your loss |
| I got a suburban tender, she stay in Norcross |
| I’m a boss, you’s a worker boy, go jerk off |
| Brick Squad on the stage, know our shirts off |
| And I’m horny as a rhino and her ass soft |
| I got a fetish for a fine ho: I break her off |
| Let’s get it on, let’s get it in |
| Let’s get it on, do it again |
| So bring a friend if you want to |
| Don’t tell me what you won’t do |
| Want me like I want you? |
| All night long! |
| Let’s get it on! |
| I fuck her, you lick her |
| I hit her and pass her |
| The number at the light, I’mma fuck her by tonight |
| She say a friend to dice, she allergic to the pipe |
| Angie ridin' around no shoes, fuckin' quittin' on dudes |
| 10k from my parents |
| Same shoes on clearance |
| Fuck your mama, your sister and your kids |
| Would say fuck your girl but I already did |
| I be in and out her jaw, can’t go in and out her raw |
| And I got them birds, man: I be stuntin like my paws |
| Do it private when I travel: plane |
| Louis in my baggie claim |
| Standing on them couches with V-Nasty and Gucci Mane |
| All the ice on my hands got my fingers cold |
| Call me Slim Dunk: I don’t finger roll. |