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young dro – fdb (remix 2) lyrics

[intro: dj drama]
hustle gang
remix! f.d.b!

[bridge: young dro]
west side, bankhead, that’s where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my tru game and my shoe game
you can’t touch that sh-t

[hook: young dro]
b-tch steady holl’in’ ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch (x2)
b-tch steady holl’in’ ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch (x2)
b-tch steady holl’in’ ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch

[verse 1: french montana]
biotch! f-ck that b-tch like too $hort
my whole crew here, f-ck you thought?
bum b-tch smoking that newport
ho keep talking bout “f-ck me”
man, f-ck that b-tch
ho told you she ain’t f-ck me?
man, i f-cked that b-tch
why you mad i ain’t give you stacks?
why you mad i ain’t call you back?
i ain’t buy you that, i ain’t fly you back
poor -ss n-gga, that ain’t how you act
now a b-tch talking bout “f-ck me”
man, f-ck that b-tch
ho keep telling you “trust me”
man, i don’t trust that b-tch
c0ke boys, south bronx, that’s where i’m from
that fly sh-t my n-ggas talk never been done
my shoe game is on hammer time, can’t touch that sh-t
ho keep talking bout “f-ck me”
man, f-ck that b-tch

[hook]

[verse 2: young dro]
i’mma go three, stupid on the remix
i’mma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix
i’m a bankhead n-gga, so i’m straighter than a p-n-s
if ya try the westside, i’mma nut up like s-m-n
ice got me anemic, walking up in neiman’s
and everytime i get a new broad, i get subpoenaed
my baby mama mad and my girl look like a genie
i got racks like venus, 20 stack in my jeans
bread like panini, eating steaks and zucchini
wit’ ya broad in tahiti, spaghetti string bikini
i don’t spit on tracks, i throw up on ’em like bulimic
pardon, my high time album a problem, wait!

[hook]

[verse 3: t.i.]
i’m the yacht master, rollie iced like a hockey player
kick it like a soccer player, n-gga hating like a goalie
long neck, group s-x, all your b-tch got for me
we been walking on the stars since midnight, homie
i destroy the p-ssy, hit it like a fist fight, homie
my d-ck only know what she kiss like, homie
see, the molly got her gone, you be calling, she ignoring
i was b-lls deep in it, n-gga, you ain’t even know it
blowing headband, strongest in the land
say you hit it? so, you ain’t the only n-gga can!
she wanna be a freak, you wanna be a man
getting head in the coupe, s-x in the sprinter van
running full court game, no one-on-one
take this dub, hit a one on one
ain’t nothing else to do, she wanna c-m for fun
i’m by myself, i brung no one
n-gga, she want me like givenchy
in a presidential suite, n-gga, me on three
why they call me p-ssy pumper? n-gga, she gon’ see
like she gon’ see, like she gon’ see
okay, hustle gang, n-gga, only thing i wear
oh yeah, and a king of oneself
and strivers row, you know me, ho
know where i’m from, know what i rep

[hook]

[interlude: young dro]
(i train hoes, i’m a pimp, trinidad jame$ clothes)

[verse 4: trinidad jame$]
southside, clayco, that’s where i’m from
i’m on these red bottoms, rick owens
i been rocking them jordans
i said now, ag compound
gimme money, i’ll throw it
my hair luxurious, yo’ sh-t ain’t growing!
i got a smile on my face like dro old cover
f-ck yo’ b-tch on the couch, no cover
n-gga, f-ck yo’ couch, i’m rick james, brother
she a super freak, she don’t like no rubbers
f-ck you, n-gga, then f-ck yo’ cousin
for some shoes and a couple hundred
i thought you knew, let me teach you something
she’ll suck me and kiss you like it ain’t nothing
ugh, that b-tch cold, n-gga, now you know
you hold on the p-ssy? i got p-ssy on hold
i get a whole lot of p-ssy, n-gga, after my show
red, black and white girls, yeah, they them trinidad hoes

[hook]

[outro: dj drama]
i told you hustle gang on everything
tip, french, trinidad
droski, dj drama

- young dro lyrics

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