
nine vicious - fuck yo gang lyrics
[intro]
(we in this—, ro+ro—, patrick)
[chorus]
n+gga, f+ck your gang, ain’t nothin’ (say what?)
n+gga, f+ck your gang, ain’t nothin’ (f+ck your gang)
n+gga, f+ck your gang, ain’t nothin’
n+gga, f+ck your gang, ain’t nothin’ (p+ssy)
n+gga, f+ck your gang, ain’t nothin’ (p+ssy b+tch)
n+gga, f+ck your gang (say what?)
n+gga, f+ck your gang (let’s go), yeah
[verse 1]
f+ck how you feel, i don’t want your lil’ ass breathin’
n+gga, f+ck your raps (say what?), i don’t give a f+ck, n+gga, f+ck your career
i’m a pop star, baby, rock out, shawty, you see what i’m sayin’? (what?)
you drive me crazy, that’s why i don’t give a f+ck ’bout your man
give a f+ck ’bout your team, i don’t give a f+ck ’bout your team (p+ssy b+tch)
give a f+ck ’bout your team (i don’t give a f+ck ’bout your team), i don’t give a f+ck ’bout your team
i f+ck on a gnat (say what?), sh+t, yeah, i f+cked on a ten (yeah, i f+cked on a ten)
hold up, i f+cked on a gnat (slatt), sh+t, yeah, i just f+cked on a ten (n+gga, what?)
you at my show talkin’ ’bout you finna air it out (ain’t talkin”bout sh+t, p+ssy)
you ain’t air sh+t out, shawty, you were tearin’ up (and i’m slime)
i just went godd+mn lambo’ then i just tint it up (what?)
i just f+cked on this b+tch, p+ssy a ten, yeah (eugh, eugh)
[chorus]
n+gga, f+ck your gang, ain’t nothin’ (say what?)
n+gga, f+ck your gang, ain’t nothin’ (f+ck your gang)
n+gga, f+ck your gang, ain’t nothin’
n+gga, f+ck your gang, ain’t nothin’ (p+ssy)
n+gga, f+ck your gang, ain’t nothin’ (p+ssy b+tch)
n+gga, f+ck your gang (say what?)
n+gga, f+ck your gang (let’s go), yeah
[verse 2]
all my fault, you want your clothes back, can’t get that, baby (p+ssy)
i sip all day (let’s go), look at my tummy, i’m sippin’ on red, i’m lazy
give a f+ck ’bout sh+t, yeah, i’m off x, i’m up, i’m up so late (okay)
sh+t, i f+ck your b+tch, i f+ck your b+tch, she suck my d+ck, okay
i got bl!cks on bl!cks, got sticks on sticks, on god, they’ll shoot your face
i got a bl!ck on me, got a bl!ck on me, yeah, i keep it on my waist (blatt, blatt, blatt)
why you actin’ like that?
oh my god, baby, why you always actin’ like that?
i just got me some money, that’s why i’m braggin’ like that
oh my god, you bad and your ass so fat
i know i’m the greatest, i ain’t nothin’ like your last, okay
and if you want some burn, shawty, i’ll feel your legs, hey
i got work like fur, put that sh+t on like nast, hey
i might sip my red elegant, need me a glass, hey
[outro]
sh+t, i need my glass
i’m sippin’ red and it’s so d+mn red, yeah, shawty, i need my glass
i f+ck your ho ’cause she is a peasant, yeah, i’m f+ckin’ her back
i f+ck your ho because he a peasant
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