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pop smoke – fuck you* lyrics

[intro]
f+ck you, f+ck the plan you flew in on
f+ck those shoes, f+ck those socks with the bell on it
f+ck yo’ g+y fairy f+ggot accent
f+ck those cheap ass cigars
f+ck your yuck mouth t++th
f+ck your hair piece
f+ck your chocolate
f+ck guy ritchie
f+ck prince william, f+ck the queen
this is america, n+gga
our president is black, my lambo is blue, n+gga
now get the f+ck out my hotel room and if i see you in the streets, i’ma smack the sh+t out you (woo)

[verse]
11 dollars an hour ain’t enough to live
so i’ma go in every store and i’ma swipe this sh+t
they tried to lock a n+gga up and i’m like “f+ck a pig”
but either way, mommy still gon’ love her kid
just took 20 from the city, they like “who is you?”
a lot of n+ggas talkin’ sh+t that they don’t really do
i’m ’bout to turn my air force 1’s into a gucci shoe
i’m ’bout to turn my timberlands into a yeezy boot
my president is black, my bandanna is blue
diamonds drippin’, got me glistenin’ like i came out the pool
i’m so exotic, like i came out the zoo
but i shot out the coupe
got the scope with a clear eye view, woo
i put a dot on your head and then say hallelujah
then know i’ma do ya’
turn your head medusa
aimin’ for medulla
cooler than a cooler
shooter with a shooter
that’s ruger with a ruger
20k all in a day
5 for the [?], 10 for the safe
[?], i’m like “why wait?”
i’m the hottest in the city, in the tri+state
we tryna raise up the crime rate
i just pulled up to your block in an i8
strapped and i’m ready
she want it in her belly
[?] glass and some henny, yeah, yeah
[?] put you on a plate
we don’t do it on the ‘net, we do it face to face
but if you talkin’ on that ‘net, i’ll put you on your face
cartiers [?]

- pop smoke lyrics

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