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young dro - fuck that bitch (remix) lyrics

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[intro: young dro]
west side bankhead is where i’m from
everything y’all did has been done
my trew game and my shoe game
you can’t touch that sh-t

[hook: young dro]
b-tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch, f-ck that b-tch
b-tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch, f-ck that b-tch
b-tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f-ck me?”
nah, f-ck that b-tch

[verse 1: french montana]
biatch… b-tch – f-ck that b-tch like too $hort
my whole crew hit, f-ck you thought?
bum b-tch smokin’ that newport
ho keep talkin’ ‘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
ho aspects, that ain’t how you act
now that b-tch keep talkin’ ‘bout “f-ck me?”
f-ck that, f-ck that b-tch
ho keep tellin’ 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 has never been done
my shoe game is on hammertime – can’t touch that sh-t
ho keep talkin’ ‘bout “f-ck me?”
man, f-ck that b-tch

[hook: young dro]

[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 you try to west side, i’mma let off like s-m-n
ice got me anemic, walkin’ up in nieman’s
and every time i get a new broad, i get subpoenaed
my baby mama mad my girl look like a genie
i’ve got racks like venus, 20 stacks in…
bread like panini, eat steaks and zucchini
with your broad in tahiti, spaghetti string bikini
i don’t spit on tracks, i throw up on ’em like bulimic
pardon, my “high tymes” album a problem

[hook: young dro]

[verse 3: t.i.]
…and the yacht match the rollie, ice like a hockey player
kick it like a soccer player, n-ggas hatin’ like a goalie
long neck, group s-x all your b-tch got for me
we’ve been walkin’ under stars since midnight, homie
had a shorty, p-ssy, hit it like a fistfight, homie
my d-ck only know what she kiss like, homie
see the molly got her goin’, you be callin’, she ignorin’
i went b-lls-deep in her, n-gga, you ain’t even know it
blowin’ 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
get head in a coupe, s-x in a sprinter van
runnin’ full-court game, no one-on-one
take that doll, hit her one-on-one
ain’t nothin’ else to do, she wanna c-m for fun
i’m by myself, hop, run, no one
n-gga she want me like givenchy
in a presendential 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…
and… you know me, ho
know where i’m from, know where i rep

[hook: young dro]

[verse 4: trinidad james]
southside clay. co., that’s where i’m from
i’m on these red bottoms, rick owens…
i’ve been rockin’ them jordans
i said now ag, compound – give me money, i’ll throw it
my hair’s luxurious – your sh-t ain’t growin’ (lame)
i’ve got a smile on my face like dro’s old cover
f-ck you b-tch on the couch, no cover
n-gga f-ck your couch, i’m rick james, brother
she a super freak, she don’t like no rubbers
f-ck you, n-gga, then f-ck your cousin
for some shoes and a couple hundreds
i thought you knew, let me teach you somethin’
she’ll suck me and kiss you like it ain’t nothin’
…that b-tch cold – n-gga, now you know
you hold onto p-ssy (lame) i’ve p-ssy on hold (pimp)
i get a whole lot of p-ssy, n-gga, after my show
red, black and white girls… yeah, them trinidad’s hoes

[hook: young dro]

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