Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FUCKEMX3, artist - OG Maco. Date of issue: 06.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
FUCKEMX3 |
| Ducko! |
| Grah grah (OGG), woo-hoo (damn!) |
| Bitch you guessed it |
| Yeah yeah! |
| (My enemies) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah, woo-hoo |
| (Every nigga hatin') |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah, sheesh |
| (These dirty bitches) |
| Damn, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah, woo-hoo |
| Yeah yeah (fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em |
| (fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah, these bitches) |
| (My enemies) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah |
| (Pussy niggas) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, woo-hoo |
| (Bitch niggas) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, woo-hoo |
| Sheesh (every pussy nigga hatin') |
| Sheesh (bitch you guessed it), damn |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah (OGG), woo-hoo |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em (OG Mac) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah, woo-hoo |
| Yeah yeah |
| Musty pussy maggot bitches tryna lick my sack for riches |
| Mhm, yeah yeah, bet I seen your plan, uh huh |
| Bet I smelled it out, uh huh |
| Now we met their daughters cross the map |
| East Coast to the West Coast, OG Mac do the fucking most |
| Yeah yeah, told em bitch you guessed it, now I’m living |
| Drinking, popping the seal, got no prescription |
| You can read it, you can see it, you can want it but you won’t achieve it |
| You can see me but nigga, can you be me? |
| No no, no no, yeah yeah, fuck 'em fuck 'em fuck 'em |
| I ain’t do it by myself |
| Lot of niggas want to hate on me |
| What’s the reason, nigga who knows |
| Say I’m focused on the wrong shit |
| We just putting up the new dope |
| (My enemies) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah, woo-hoo |
| (Every nigga hatin') |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah, sheesh |
| (These dirty bitches) |
| Damn, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah, woo-hoo |
| Yeah yeah (fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em |
| (fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah, these bitches) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em |
| We don’t love 'em, love 'em, love 'em |
| I’m a hustler, hustler, hustler |
| Rolex diamond flooded, flooded |
| Police they watching, investigation undercover |
| I would never tell on my brother, I put it on my mother |
| Pull out the chopper, the chopper eat him like he mustard |
| Look at me now nigga, money grew up, Rudy Huxtable |
| Maison Margiela, we mafia like Goodfellas |
| I got 20 bitches on my schedule, I’m living better |
| When you go to a Migos show it’s looking like Coachella |
| When the police ask me questions, actin' like I don’t know better |
| Fuck a nigga, we don’t give a fuck about a sucker nigga |
| I got a milly, bought a Bentley, hundred rounds up in my semi |
| Hit the fuck nigga with a chopper, do you feel me now? |
| You a bitch nigga, pussy nigga, you need a fucking blouse |
| Fake goon, cartoon, you a Mickey Mouse |
| I got your bitch in my condo, I’m 'bout to fuck her now |
| Take a ride with a G, nigga buckle down |
| QC fuck nigga, catch 100 rounds |
| (These dirty bitches) |
| Damn, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah, woo-hoo |
| Yeah yeah (fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em |
| (fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah, these bitches) |
| (My enemies) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah |
| (Pussy niggas) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, woo-hoo |
| (Bitch niggas) |
| Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, woo-hoo |
| Sheesh (every pussy nigga hatin') |
| Sheesh (bitch you guessed it), damn |
| Fuck em, fuck em, nigga get out my section |
| Don’t want to see him, I don’t want to touch him |
| Look at my diamonds, my jeweler from Russia |
| Walk in the club with fifty chains like I’m Busta |
| When I say fuck em, migos come and get em |
| OG Maco and Migos some real niggas |
| Got 50 pigeons in the Charger |
| Pull up on the plug make that steal nigga |
| I’m pitchin' hardball like the Dodgers |
| I got the Green Bay pack, Aaron Rodgers |
| Chopper bullet coming, better dodge 'em |
| In the kitchen, cooking pot like a cobra |
| I pull out the pistol like Mad Max off Shottas |
| Yeah yeah yeah, like OG Maco said, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em (fuck 'em, |
| fuck 'em, fuck 'em) |
| You ran off with the work but flexing in the city, stupid motherfucker (stupid |
| motherfucker) |
| My mama told me I can fuck 'em |
| But you better not never ever trust 'em (smash) |
| They say Actavis discontinued, check my cup I’m sipping muddy trouble |
| Pull up on a nigga at the red light |
| Hit em with the chopper he a dead motherfucker |
| You fuck with my money, it’s repercussions |
| Niggas start running when they see the chopper, a nigga gunning |
| Killing and itching |
| I got the bodies, don’t know where to dump em |
| Wrapping the work like a mummy, finessing the plug for dummies |
| 100K when I be kicking, pimping, dripping in London |
| When I open up the OG, smell like a bag of the Funyons |
| Lot of niggas want to hate on me |
| What’s the reason, nigga who knows |
| Say I’m focused on the wrong shit |
| We just putting up the new dope |