yung fazo - stfu lyrics
[intro]
uh, i ran it the f+ck up (yo)
they said i couldn’t though, look in they face, and i be like f+ck ’em (woah)
[chorus]
look at how i get cake, i ran it the f+ck up (yeah, woah)
yeah i look in they face, i laugh and say, “f+ck ’em” (i said, “f+ck ’em” again, yeah)
you ain’t makin’ sh+t shake, yeah, i had to cuddle (i swear to cut you again, yeah)
i don’t got time for hate, i do what i wanna
gettin’ big, big bankroll, uh (h+ll yeah)
[?], oh
[?] fake ya, i f+ck a bad b+tch, she ain’t got makeup on
f+ck all that fake love, ho come in swervin’, body covered in saint laurent
i think lowkey i’m famous, that pretty ho wanna say that she know my songs
tell that b+tch, yeah, “i love that” (yeah)
she get up, yeah, she rub that (woah)
swear i been it, i done that (woah)
yeah, i’m bringin’ the fun back, uh (woah)
we got whole lotta snipers, they in the point, and you showin’ yo gun back (yeah, yeah)
i [?] my eyes [?], cigarettes smokin’, your love make my heart black (woah, woah)
[verse]
you gotta get to it, get the bag, yeah, ain’t no more losing (yeah, yeah)
put my swag on, i’m an influence (yeah)
i don’t brag, but, yeah, i been coolin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t brag, but, yeah, i been boolin’ (yeah)
get my bag, yeah, there ain’t no losing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, there ain’t no losing
talkin’ cash, yeah, then i be fluent, yo (yo, yo)
yeah, i swear they be takin’ my flows
yeah, they don’t give me credit for show, i want my flowers and rose, uh
the way i be stackin’ these racks, you’d think i’m addicted to dough, uh, slatt
just f+cked ’round dropped a lil’ ep, but now i’ma do it some more, some more
[chorus]
look at how i get cake, i ran it the f+ck up (yeah, woah)
yeah i look in they face, i laugh and say, “f+ck ’em” (i said, “f+ck ’em” again, yeah)
you ain’t makin’ sh+t shake, yeah, i had to cuddle
i don’t got time for hate, i do what i wanna
gettin’ big, big bankroll, uh
[?], oh
[?] fake ya, i f+ck a bad b+tch, she ain’t got makeup on
f+ck all that fake love, ho come in swervin’, body covered in saint laurent
i think lowkey i’m famous, that pretty ho wanna say that she know my songs
tell that b+tch, yeah, “i love that” (yeah)
she get up, yeah, she rub that (woah)
swear i been it, i done that (woah)
yeah, i’m bringin’ the fun back, uh (woah)
we got whole lotta snipers, they in the point, and you showin’ yo gun back (yeah, yeah)
i [?] my eyes [?], cigarettes smokin’, your love make my heart black (woah, woah)
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