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jae millz - fuk 'em all lyrics

[hook: mr. piif]
f-ck all these n-gg-s, f-ck all these n-gg-s
i can not trust ‘em and i need this dough
f-ck all these b-tches, f-ck all these b-tches
i can not love ‘em, i can’t cuff no hoes

[verse 1: mr. piif]
man i need my money and i need my respect
anything goes, man i’m riding with the set
i ain’t gotta front or gotta lie, we the best
or we just finessing now we jugging for the check
i be on the block posted up by the street
looking for the fiend trying to bust another lick
cops on a n-gg-, had to run it to the dealer
[?] my momma crib, let a n-gg- hate, god d-mn, god d-mn
y’all know i’m the man, y’all know i’m the man
girl i’m happy that you came, [?]
for that p-ssy i’m a fiend, i’ma let her through the team
i’ma let her through the gang, n-gg- po10nt is a gang
f-cking po10nt to the brain, man we in a different lane
when i get up out the game bet you n-gg-s know my name

[hook: mr. piif]
f-ck all these n-gg-s, f-ck all these n-gg-s
i can not trust ‘em and i need this dough
f-ck all these b-tches, f-ck all these b-tches
i can not love ‘em, i can’t cuff no hoes

[verse 2: makarel]
i’m caught up in the crossfire, a real sh-t and ho sh-t
i came up on some work, yeah i’m trying to make the dope flip
my mission is chicken, my jewelry, gun glisten
get me recognition, all the b-tches pay attention
if it ain’t dough i gon’ miss it
i’m in the club and i look like a dog
smelling like bud and i’m sipping on moët
all the b-tches know what’s up, every n-gg- with me thug
yeah they sold drugs, or they be swiping some sh-t
i never judge man as long as they rich
i got nate with me and he got a freak with him
i got dion with me and he got the weed with him
i got gudda with me and he got the lean with him
i got lethal with me and he got [?]

[hook: mr. piif]
f-ck all these n-gg-s, f-ck all these n-gg-s
i can not trust ‘em and i need this dough
f-ck all these b-tches, f-ck all these b-tches
i can not love ‘em, i can’t cuff no hoes

[verse 3: dave east]
started in the jeep and i just wanna get a ghost
she keep f-cking with her nose, i guarantee she want some c-ke
i was getting it for the low, set up shop right in the store
i ain’t care if it was coal, i’m just trying to get some more
pull up in a new ferrari, make ‘em ask me how i did it
toilet paper, counting paper just in case a n-gg- sh-tting
started out with nothing, just a phone and i was clicking
now i’m selling n-gg-s verses while my cuzzo selling chickens
i ain’t talking pot pies, kfc or church’s
we could hit you and your b-tch, get y’all matching he-rs-s
couple thousand for a feature ‘cause they know it’s worth it
we don’t do no accidents, i’m k!lling sh-t on purpose, watch how i murk it
mak, piif and dave, hit sacks for some shades
fendi fact, pop fendi tags, racks on your frame
pontiac for the drive by, smack while i aim
contact from the haze, contract on your brain

[hook: mr. piif]
f-ck all these n-gg-s, f-ck all these n-gg-s
i can not trust ‘em and i need this dough
f-ck all these b-tches, f-ck all these b-tches
i can not love ‘em, i can’t cuff no hoes

- jae millz lyrics

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