joey fatts - fuc you lyrics
[intro]
oo-ooh
mmm
[verse 1]
had the rent up, like a [?] in these 97’s
i been f-ckin’ on your bm, she stay off 97
i’m just a broke -ss n-gga, if i let you tell ’em (laudiano)
but your b-tch be f-ckin’ got it bustin’, like a mac-11, uh
[?] f-ck on a n-gga, ballin’
heard your baby daddy out there trippin’, i’ma all that
[?] problems, we don’t start that
talkin’ out your -ss, you gon’ end up with the sh-t back (yeah)
that .40 get to buckin’ on your b-tch’ -ss
like a suit and tie, b-tch, i’m with the business, uh (with the business)
big white brick, like riff-raff
i be pushin’ weight on the strip, like it’s gym cl-ss
n-ggas be braggin’ ’bout sh-t, that i been had
this jewelry cost three ki’s n-gga, do the math (n-gga, do the math)
you don’t wanna race with me, i throw this b-tch and drag (skrrt, skrrt)
b-tch, you gotta pay the fee, can’t give a b-tch a p-ss, uh (b-tch a p-ss)
before you post with me, you gotta post a ad (post a ad)
before you layin’ up with me, you gotta up a bag (up a bag)
i don’t do this sh-t for free, i’m ’bout my f-cking cash
complainin’ that you broke, but you on your f-cking -ss
[chorus]
mama always told me not to f-ck with you suckers
i can’t f-ck with these n-ggas or trust ’em
i can’t hang with no b-tch, f-ck nothing
i just want the bag, baby, you just do the f-cking
fate just hit my phone, said it’s bustin’
knife in front of that k, like a russian
f-ck you and the n-ggas you run with (f-ck you)
f-ck you and the n-ggas you run with (f-ck you)
[verse 2]
big guns, big guns, i got big guns, big weight
all this c0ke, white, weigh a sh-t ton
turn redrum, we don’t buck guns, come and get some
we don’t play with no opps, we gon’ chip one
b-tch, i’m feeling myself, uh (myself)
this face, i’m so high, i need help (i need help)
big drank, i’ma sip it myself (yeah)
don’t owe no n-ggas sh-t, b-tch, i did it myself, like (like)
hundred grand just knotch my belt, you (you)
signing deals, gettin’ put on a shelf, ayy (ayy)
you type o’ n-gga, they sadly don’t bail you (you)
you type o’ n-gga in trouble gon’ tell
thumb drive that cadillac, a bat outta h-ll (skrrt, skrrt)
b-tch, i just rap, i got rich of a scale (of a scale)
think it’s a joke, like it’s kennan and kel
the trap get to singin’ like patty lebelle
[chorus]
mama always told me not to f-ck with you suckers
i can’t f-ck with these n-ggas or trust ’em
i can’t hang with no b-tch, f-ck nothing
i just want the bag, baby, you just do the f-cking
fate just hit my phone, said it’s bustin’
knife in front of that k, like a russian
f-ck you and the n-ggas you run with (f-ck you)
f-ck you and the n-ggas you run with (f-ck you)
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