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feat kevin mccall diesel chris brown - fuck um all (feat. kevin mccall & diesel) - chris brown lyrics

(uh)
f-ck them all like an orgy
don’t remember none of they names
they not important
haters better stay in they lane
i’m jeff gordon
n-gg- i been fly and ya’ll just boardin
(uh)
all my sh-t be b-mpin
f-ckin over n-gg-s like we layin in a bunk bed
and i’m on the top bunk
while they on the bottom one
hope you brought your oven mits
cuz all my sh-t be hot as f-ck
how the f-ck i end up here, better yet
how the f-ck i do it in a year makin feel good music like i f-cked you in the ear,
pause,
no h-m-, no david allen grier,
naw, tell me who the f-ck i’m ‘pose to fear if it’s not god cuz judgement day is near
i wish i knew then what i know now
cuz n-body can judge me, not even joe brown

i told’em f-ck um all
ya’ll know me, same ol’ g
i told’em f-ck um all
all these n-gg-s hatin on me
cuz i’m the man of the hour
yeah

f-ck um all like i’m fresh out
can’t say sh-t cuz you know what that press bout
do it like i’m gwen stefani, give um no doubt
call me comando, i’m goin all b-lls out,
pause,
so the fans can applaude
never take a break so i’m always on call,
my duty is to do this when i do it i be killin,
the sickest so i sh-t on everybody i be illin,
naw n-gg- i’m cold
but that don’t mean i’m chillin
i got some bad shawties and they all ready and willin
fingers up to the world like i’m stone cold,
sh-t platinum reacords, and i p-ss gold
like a tiger in a freeza i’m a cool cat

i’m the reason why vip in the club crack
i know you luh dat
so bring mo bottles
and don’t worry about the tab
i got um

i told’em f-ck um all
ya’ll know me same ol’ g
i told’em f-ck um all
all these n-gg-s hatin on me
cuz i’m the man of the hour
yeah

(uh)
f-ck um all haters talk alot
voices in my head tell me diesel cop a bigga yacht
the black card said go head buy another drop
garage lookin somethin like a four car lot
wow
i swear i’m livin like monopoly
and its hotels on every single st-tch of property
nothin in my wallet
but i’m cheatin on the lottery
ain’t talkin twitter when i say yo girl follow me
gimme a patron before i perform
got me spittin so smooth i’ma call’er drake ramone
i’m on right now her ladies on wit me
actin like they luh me
someone give these hoes a emmy
f-ck um all cuz i know they all let me
then shake they whole team
feel like i should win a espy or the heismen
status on high man
how can i crash land when i’m flyer than a pilot

i told’em f-ck um all
ya’ll know me same ol’ g
told’em f-ck um all
all these n-gg-s hatin on me
cuz i’m the man of the hour
yeah

- feat kevin mccall diesel chris brown lyrics

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