gucci mane & v-nasty – fuck you lyrics
[verse 1-v-nasty]
i think they mad ’cause i’m relevant
big choppers put holes in elephants
i got a bad b-tch and she’s elegant
bet a hundred thousand that b-tch selling it
i’m on the block, and b-tch, i’m doing h-lla sh-t
them suckers over there looking is irrelevant
i got a boatload coming from mexico
and if the b-tches talking gas, they -ss like texaco
i’m a reckless ho, you can’t check this ho
b-tch, my outfit cost more than your necklace, ho
and i’m doing sh-t that you never seen before
having withdrawals, man, hurry bring my bowl
[hook-v-nasty]
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
you can’t f-ck with us
you can’t do what we do
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
you can’t f-ck with us
you can’t do what we do
[verse 2-gucci mane]
i got a swag so sick, make the broad cough
i got a lamborghini, hit the gas, the b-tch get lost
you with a loser, need to lose him, if not, your loss
i got her syrup, bourbon, timber she stay in their cross
i’m a boss, you’s a worker, boy, go jerk off
brick squad on the stage, know our shirts off
and i’m h-rny as a rhino and her -ss soft
i got a fetish for a fine ho, i break her off
let’s get it on, let’s get it in
let’s get it on, do it again
so bring a friend if you want to
don’t tell me what you won’t do
want me like i want you?
all night long, let’s get it on
[hook-v-nasty]
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
you can’t f-ck with us
you can’t do what we do
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
you can’t f-ck with us
you can’t do what we do
[verse 3-slim dunkin]
i f-ck her, you l!ck her, i hit her and p-ss her
the number at the light, imma f-ck her by tonight
she says her friend a dyk- so she allergic to the pipe
under roun’ roun’ no insurance, f-ck the no queen no endurance
take care of my appearance, seen true’s on clearance
f-ck your mama, your sister and your kids
would say f-ck your girl but i already did
i be in and out of jobs, can go in and out raw
and i got the bird, man, i be stuntin’ like my boss
going private when i travel plane, louis in my baggage claim
standing on the couches with v-nasty and gucci mane
all the ice on my hands got my fingers cold
call me slim dunk, i don’t finger roll
[hook-v-nasty]
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
you can’t f-ck with us
you can’t do what we do
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
f-ck you
b-tch, f-ck your mama too
you can’t f-ck with us
you can’t do what we do
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