F**K YOU Lyrics

I DON'T KNOW EXACTLY, 
WHAT'S WRONG 
WITH YO NIGGA'S NECK 
IT AIN'T MY FAULT 
IF HE LOOKIN 
YOU SUPPOSED TO 
KEEP HIS ASS IN CHECK 
CAUSE EVERYTIME 
I COME NEAR, 
ALL HE DO IS STARE, 
AND I CAN SEE 
IT IN HIS EYE'S 
THAT HE WANT SOME, 
HE KNOWS 
WHAT'S IN THE PRIZE 
IT'S RED RUM 
TO ANY OF THESE HOE'S 
THAT COME 
STAND NEXT 2 ME, 
AND LOOK LIKE BUM'S 
THEY MAKE PENNIES, 
AND ALL I DO IS 
STACK THE PAPER 
JUST IN CASE, 
I RUN INTO SOME COMPLICATION 
I'M SET 4 LIFE, 
NEVER IN DEBT. 
AND YOU FURSTRATED, 
WHEN I GET ALL THE NIGGA'S 
ATTENTION, 
YOU FALL OFF 
GUESS YOU WAS BORN 
TO MAKE THE CALL, 
FOR US 
WRITE A BITCH 
WITH A HIGHER POSITION 
WHEN BRAT TALK 
NIGGA'S LISTEN 
GO GET A NINE TO FIVE, 
CAUSE YOU 
CAN'T KEEP  UP 
WITH THE SHIT I COOK UP 
I CAN'T HELP IT, 
IF YO NIGGA WANNA HOOK UP 
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GOTTA MAN, 
BUT HE KEEP LOOKIN AT ME 
LIKE HE REALLY WANNE DROP YOU BAD, 
CAUSE, I'M THE SHIT 
AND I KNOW YA MAD 
BUT I DON'T 
GIVE A FUCK YOU 
GOT SOME DOE 
BUT YO PAPER AIN'T AS LONG AS MINE 
AND YOU REALLY WANNA STOP ME BAD 
BUT FIX YOUR FACE BITCH 
I'M  HERE  TO STAY 
AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK YOU. 
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AND I'M A MAKE SURE, 
THAT MY NIGGA'S KEEP ON LOOKIN, 
TELL YOUR BROADS 
TO CALM DOWN 
AIN'T NO COMPETETION, 
I'M FLAWLESS, 
AS THE ROCK'S 
ON MY LEFT PINKY 
AND I LOVE IT WHEN, 
YA'LL WANNA GET AT ME 
AND MAKE ME THINK 
MY SHIT DON'T STINK 
EVIDENTILY 
YOU AIN'T SATISFIED AT HOME 
SHE AIN'T GOT NO STYLE OF HER OWN. 
NO PRIDE OF HER OWN. 
I ROAM IN A V-12, 
YOU TURNED OVER CAUSE I 
BOUGHT IT MY SELF, 
WHAT OTHER BITCH, 
DO YOU KNOW LIKE THIS, 
THAT'S TIGHT AS A HOT CURL, 
KNOWN TO ROCK WORLD'S 
ONCE I'M SPOTTED, 
YOU A PROBABLY DROP YOUR GIRL 
MY INTIMIDATION 
TO NIGGA'S IS CHALLENGIN TO 'EM 
HE FIENDIN TO GET IN MY VICKIE SECRETS 
AND UNDERNEITH MY GIRBAUD IN THE BOXER SHORTS, 
I ROCK ICEBURG SPORTS AND BRAT PRINTS 
OF ALL SORTS 
INTRUSTING TO YOU, CAUSE I GOT SOME 
DOE 
YOU THINK IF YOU AND ME, GET TOGETHER YOU'LL 
NEVER GO BROKE 
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