dj clyde & dj critical hype - fuc you tahm bout (dj clyde 2 beat blend) lyrics
[intro]
10 days?
are you for real?
are you serious?
f-ck it then!
[hook]
f-ck you tahm bout?
n-gg-, f-ck you tahm bout?
[verse 1]
n-gg-, f-ck this whole school and everything you tahm ’bout
don’t ask me for no i.d., b-tch i f-cking signed out
b-tch i’ve been suspended, b-tch i’ve been on timeout
waking up in grind mode and sleeping in a grindhouse
so please don’t hit my line ’bout the party trying to find out
what time that sh-t going to start or when it end, or who gone come out
or if i walked the stage, i’ve been on stage since i could rhyme out
shows and shows and tapes of trying to get my f-cking lines out
so please don’t take my bic out
my book out, my pick out, my hair, my f-cking big mouth
you d-ck head you dipped out of cl-ss and now you sh-t out
of luck who f-cking slick now, and with them rhymes you written down
i hope you get a mix down with a diss track
from ms. rownd and my d-ck sack in this b-tch mouth
give a five-hive to my teacher face and my princ-p-l that fist pound
and now you gotta switch gowns, caught you, little rascal
we got you throwing tantrums, when you could’ve thrown a t-ssel
[segue]
[verse 2]
n-gg- you’re a weakling, why you talking dealing?
like, “all my n-gg-s flip birds!” n-gg-, you’re a wing-zing
you ain’t nothing but my seedling, i’ll hang you from the ceiling
and leave yo’ little -ss leaking, and leave yo’ body stinking
dude yo’ -ss been drinking? or you just wasn’t thinking?
i’ll hit you with that 6-piece: bink, bink, bink, bink, bink, bink!
i hear you’re pockets jingling, it’s calling me like ring, ring!
i’ll choke you with your bling bling, then run faster than tink tink
and all these goofies mad though, like, “why he such a -sshole?”
and i ain’t even mad yo, i’ll stab you with a screwdriver
that sh-t ain’t even rhyme n-gg-, i’m f-cked up out my mind n-gg-
i stay right off the ‘9 n-gg-, that’s where they try an’ find a n-gg-
feeling froggy? better timid up, harsh feelings gone, put ’em in a blunt
cause n-gg-s don’t wanna get bended up, stay talking but don’t send it up
used to send it up for my skinner lunch
save money n-gg-s really won’t spend a buck
gimme that cash, that ben what up
pockets keep that denim bruh like
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