| Girl when you come up in my world baby i bet you be
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| Callin' me and textin' me and wishin' you can beef with me
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| All up in my business wonderin' who i’m with and where i be
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| I’m probably with my baddest bitch we probably between the sheets
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| Lickin' all on my chest and on my neck when she be sexin' me
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| We do that till we fall asleep wake up hit the mall and bought a g
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| She who i get freaky with i take her out too eat and shit
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| Then i let her eat my dick she told me its her favorite
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| I’m finna fuck you i know (girl i know)
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| Its goin' down ima put that pressure down on you (come in my world)
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| Im bouta fuck you
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| You gone be callin' me
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| You gone be stalkin' me
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| You gone be lookin' for me girl
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| Im finna fuck you i know (take off yo clothes i know)
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| Its goin down ima put that pressure down on you
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| Im bouta fuck you
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| You gone be callin' me
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| You gone be stalkin' me
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| You gone be lookin' for me girl
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| Kiss my head bae (kiss it)
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| I gotta get my head straight
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| Make ya legs shake lets try not too make the bed break
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| Yall probably eatin' steaks but still softer then some grapes
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| They lookin' for the trillest one so y’all probably in the way clown
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| Gone stand down so i can take her outta town
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| Ball with her fine ass might get her to let my dog hit her
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| Took her and took off with her bent her put it all in her
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| She don’t wanna go home mane
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| I don’t know whats wrong with her
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| But ain’t nothin' wrong with her
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| You see i know whats wrong with her
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| She used to runnin' clowns fool round ran across the wrong nigga
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| But i fuck her better then she ever ever felt
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| And she thicker then a bitch and i’m slicker then a bitch yeah
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| Chorus: i'm finna fuck you i know (you know i know)
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| Its goin down ima put that pressure down on you
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| I’m bouta fuck you
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| You gone be callin' me
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| You gone be stalkin' me
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| You gone be lookin' for me girl
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| Im finna fuck you i know (ha haa)
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| Its goin down ima put that pressure down on you
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| And its gone feel good when i fuck you
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| You gone be callin' me
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| You gone be stalkin' me
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| You gone gone be lookin' for me girl
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| I’m chillin' up in Georgia with my intelligent lawyer chick
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| She got her own lil office
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| We be all up in her drawer with this
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| She say it be hard to get away from her dumb husband
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| Say she think she startin to love me
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| And i make her wanna divorce him
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| And it ain’t about my fortune
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| And it ain’t about my fame
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| I didn’t even referee her i just let her run her game
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| I just play like a by leader
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| Told her she what i been needin' for completion
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| I don’t need no other woman all i need is you
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| Said it like i meant it then i hit it like that shit was true (bang bang bang)
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| Get it from my uncles trill forever shout out to lil boosie
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| And shout out to ya boo
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| And shout out to the world
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| Trill young savage a.k.a. mr. |
| fuck ya girl
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| I’m finna fuck you i know (let me fuck you ya heard me)
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| Its goin down ima put that pressure down on you
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| Im bouta fuck you
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| You gone be callin' me
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| You gone be stalkin' me (blowin' me up hard)
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| You gone be lookin' for me girl
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| And its gone feel good when i fuck you i know (i know)
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| Its goin down ima put that pressure down on you (ya heard me long dick big
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| dick)
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| Im finna fuck you
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| You gone be callin' me
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| You gone be stalkin' me
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| You gone be lookin' for me girl
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| And its gone feel good when i fuck you
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| Fade Away:
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| St8 up im finna fuck you st8 up
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| Trill forever i’m bouta fuck you
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| Webbie trill fam savage life
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| Forever nigga fuck you nigga
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| I’m finna fuck you
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| Take off yo clothes and let me
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| And its gone feel good when i fuck you
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| I’m finna fuck you
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| Take off yo clothes and let me fuck you
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| Savage life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song F*ck U , by - Webbie. Song from the album Money Good, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп