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kirko bangz - fuck u lyrics

feat. propain

(hook)
f-ck u
f-ck u
f-ck u
f-ck u
f-ck u

(verse)
f-ck u and the n-gg-s that you came in here with
probably always the two -ss n-gg-s always claimin’ the b-tch
as a kid i was a dwarf, i was bangin’ a witch
could have f-cked with snow white, but my momma told me to spit
i got the game on charge, i’m a multieye grip
stick me with a lame broad, i’mma trophie the b-tch
so many checks up in my safe, i ain’t opening sh-t
i’m spending money, from three years at the 06
i’m like

(hook)
f-ck you
(we like)
f-ck you
(she like)
f-ck you
(he like)
f-ck you

(verse)
f-ck these n-gg-s, i can’t trust these n-gg-s
i don’t love these b-tches, man, these n-gg-s feel like they gon’ get me
boy, i got a million reasons i’m gon’ sh-t on n-gg-s
incognito lil’ n-gg-s, make you call yo momma, make you get up off the field, n-gg-
that’s about the lil’ n-gg-, who the f-ck yo kiddin’, n-gg-?
f-ckin’ with a blazer on, cause b-tches love a civil n-gg-
wonder if i’mma get it n-gg-, all my girl’s killas look like dealin’ in the cold
i call it to the devil dribble n-gg-

(hook)
f-ck you
(hold up, shout to kansas, n-gg-)
f-ck you
(my n-gg-, they thought they’d front wid me)
f-ck you
(them n-gg-s say)
f-ck you
(my money say)
f-ck you
(my car say)
f-ck you
(my crib say)
f-ck you
(my jeweles say)
f-ck you
(my heart say)
f-ck you
(hold up, they like)

(verse)
i got these n-gg-s, boskoe
f-ck ’em, i don’t taste and i don’t cuff ’em
i just arrest them to the crib and then i be like dj mustard
baggin’ nuttin’
i remember boogie hoes, they wanna touch me
i don’t hear the b-tches grievin’ at the door like they at usher’
deal ’em straight, diamonds straight like captain noochies
breaks is custom man, the name i feel my seat is speedin’
dope like captain roofie
work the budget, like it’s done, put mertasene and robert tuckson
f-ck the thirties man’s a cousin
nick dates is call me cutsin, yo
f-ck you
well, i’mma beat, i thought you knew that bu
f-ck you
you do the fool diddy bars and benz just like a cubical
do ’em uses too
i refuse to lose, turn the blocks like a rubik’s cube
regulate them jobs like the coop done dues
i could use a cruise, get a p-ssy wet until i’m movin’ thru
then i’m movin’ thru, sike got a-wall
b-tch, don’t quit yo day job
n-gg-s don’t make it out my hood unless
they got that rock ware, pea skin or 8-ball
to these f-ck n-gg-s, i’m ray charles
i don’t pay, just get payed out
thrill n-gg-, i know it’s chriss
this a beach, no base gun
hunid thousand on ray cars
f-ck with me, you canked out
hunid diamonds, that a flaw
f-ck these n-gg-s, mane

- kirko bangz lyrics

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