young dro – “fdb” fuck that bitch lyrics
[chorus: young dro]
westside, bankhead, is where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my true game and my shoe game
you can’t touch that sh-t
a b-tch that holler ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch, f-ck that b-tch
a b-tch that holler ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch, f-ck that b-tch
a b-tch that holler ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
[verse 1: young dro]
three, what you wanna do here?
b-tch, i’ma float like root beer
still workin’ on gettin’ the coupe cleared
you ain’t got none of my shoe gear
red on the bottom, right, they’re red
shawty, she a model her hair red
b-tch you ugly and b-tch you ugly
and both y’all hoes look scary
i don’t wanna get married (nope)
chick, you a bird, parrot
i’m eatin’ so good these hoes like
boy you’re gettin’ fat, eat salad”
i’m ridin’ round and i’m gettin’ it in and i’m bunkin (2 chainz)
got your main b-tch on my d-ck sh-t she ain’t nothin’ (you lame)
her hips fat i seen her walk past i was like sh-t
she seen my audemar she tried to touch that, i said b-tch
i bang hoes ridin’ in the top drop range rove
i train hoes i’m a pimp trinidad james clothes
[chorus: young dro]
westside, bankhead, is where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my true game and my shoe game
you can’t touch that sh-t
a b-tch that holler ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch, f-ck that b-tch
a b-tch that holler ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch, f-ck that b-tch
a b-tch that holler ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
[verse 2: young dro]
three, fdb man, fly like airtran
me and e-louie’s got checkerboards on
you ain’t got that pair, man
with my fdb clique, 33 deep sh-t
you tell that b-tch man f-ck that ho
i ain’t stuntin’ that cheap trick
six for a birdbath, b-tch, where’s your skirt at?
ah i like it blowin’ that kush on you like purp packs
y’all n-ggas so whack and b-tch you so green
i pull up on the scene in the green saleen
yeah n-gga i’m too clean
westside what’s upper? y’all n-ggas my supper
f-ck that b-tch ‘fore i do that sh-t
i might need me a rubber
belly on rotund, one whip, four guns
if you see the baby mamma holler:
f-ck that b-tch, that ho ain’t no one
[chorus: young dro]
westside, bankhead, is where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my true game and my shoe game
you can’t touch that sh-t
a b-tch that holler ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch, f-ck that b-tch
a b-tch that holler ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch, f-ck that b-tch
a b-tch that holler ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
[outro]
westside, bankhead, is where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my true game and my shoe game
you can’t touch that sh-t
a b-tch that holler ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
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