Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F*** You, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song 500 Degreez, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
F*** You |
Who that, Weezy Bitch |
Like Sigel, you fuckin with the young don, people |
Plus I’m tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel |
Muh’fuckas better be peaceful, fo' sheezle |
I get sums in lumps, like measles |
My dough sick, on occations I catch seizures |
I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you |
And for that cheddar, hungry niggas’ll eat you |
We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes |
Bitches yell I wanna do those guys |
Ain’t that cold, you know shit fucked up when you got banked at fo' |
I’m 19 and I got banked at O |
That’s the Bentley ma, that ain’t that Rolls |
But the price on that muthafucka ain’t that low |
Guaranteed that I’ll bang that fo' |
If your fuckin with the dude |
Bitch I’m from Cash Money Records, Fuck You |
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you |
Chains, knives, guns that’s us |
The slogan is «we will bust» |
The rules our this our side |
Cross it young nigga and you will die |
Pumps, riot guns, even 25's |
Cash Money got this, don’t even try it |
Stay where you from, don’t bring no static |
If not, then semi-automatic |
This is the payback, pussy bitch stay back |
Fuck you, yo' mama, yo' daddy and where you lay at |
What’s beef, beef is when you fuck with us |
Guaranteed to leave yo' ass up under the bus |
There’s no one quicker, than a hot boy nigga |
That’ll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger |
There’s no one keaner, with the chrome Sarafina |
Murder ain’t nuttin' but a misdemeanor |
Fo' sho' nigga |
I’m gon' ride 'round my city and stunt my shit |
If a nigga don’t like it they can suck my dick |
I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari |
Lambo' with no top I’m gon' ride tomorrow |
Fuck a cutless, regals, and rams V-12 |
Gotta have somethin fast just to get out them jams |
Got a big ass crib with a flow lil fuck |
Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up |
Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth |
Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room |
Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall |
Jaguar floors and fuck all yall |
BMW lights, projectors to watch fights |
Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads |
Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain’t that crazy |
I don’t give a fuck homie, that’s how I play it |
Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs |
In the fridge, it’s quarters to replace the eggs |
From me, Fresh, and Weezy fuck what they say |
I’m Cash Money stunna nigga and that’s how I play it |