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mr. serv-on - f.u. serv lyrics

you know you done f-cked up right?
i got yo hoe
i’m yo b-tch n-gga?
aight

[x3]
back up off me, back up off me
when i step in this b-tch i wanna hear you scream

[verse 1:]
n-gga hoe this
n-gga what? n-gga b-tch that in fact
bigga i ain’t yo’ motherf-ckin hoe or yo’ motherf-ckin b-tch
betta yet let’s sit where all the motherf-ckin k!llers sit
so i can get in the middle; get rowdy push and shove
n-gga where the f-ck i come from, we call it love
n-gga i’ll never be caught in the back
n-gga that’s where all the pretty m-th-f-ckaz be sittin at
you know the b-tches that’s scared to bust back
i f-ck wit drug dealers, n-gga cap pealers
if i come to yo’ town and you ain’t got one
i’ma leave wit a million motherf-ckin k!llers
tank soldiers, marchin, sh-t talkin
if you want me to holla at ya dawg n-gga start f-ckin barkin (barking)
if you bustas bust first, and i bag sh-t
or see a n-gga with his hoe and you still talkin
b-tch you came to the right clique
i’m the type of n-gga i don’t f-ck wit retaliation
n-gga i’ll step in this b-tch and i’ll start a pistol whippin session
ya heard me?

[chorus:]
rowdy is the f-ck n-gga
bout it is the f-ck n-gga
so what the f-ck you said?
f-ck you serv!
[x3]

back up off me, back up off me
when i step in this b-tch i wanna hear you scream
[more x3]

[verse 2:]
i said i’m with no limit and y’all n-ggas hate me
i f-ck wit the hoez y’all wanna f-ck and y’all n-ggas sit
around like some b-tches and talk about me
i f-ck the hoes y’all love to f-ck, now you ain’t know that
go head n-gga dont be like no b-tch n-gga
come on now talk about me; i’m a war n-gga, battle ready
i’ll step in the motherf-ckin ring n-gga
you bad as f-ck come on and test me
cutthroat drug dealer from st. louis to miami accept me
why the f-ck y’all from the same place
and why the f-ck y’all gon’ sweat me?
his daddy’s car, his daddy’s house
i know some pregnant hoes who got some better sh-t to talk about
big vi’s told me k!llers don’t talk
they just put 15 albums in the top 25 and every f-ckin music shop
and now i’m bout to add mines
and i can see it in your heart you f-ckin hate my kind
cause i f-ck wit the pound, cause i’m wit no limit
cause i sell more records on yo’ block than you did in yo’ town
you best to be leavin n-gga don’t be mad, ease up clown
n-gga dont make me lay it f-ckin down!

[chorus: repeat until fade]

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