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Foxx-a-million

"f*ck You"

(Intro:)
F**k You (repeat through intro)
Waz sup Waz happenin
This Weebie Trill young savage aka Lil Baton Rouge
Howeva you wanna me (Big Head Boy you stay yo ass outta jail)
Now look at the bad b*tches n*gga
F**k them industry n*ggas
n*ggas made it hard on me
But ima keep it in the streets
Long as i got my cds n*gga im straight
Ya heard me n*gga
Lets go this real n*gga sh*t haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..

(Weebie:)
Damn n*gga how you do it like that
Make the gangsta ass n*ggas bump to music like that
Make them b*tch fine hoes shake they bootie like that
21 row scrap wit lil boosie it like that
Play mad games wit me
I'll do ya like that
I'm a grown man
b*tch pursue me like that
Smoke nothin' but the best
Cruise and lay back
With some trill n*ggas
That I knew just way back
Still young
I ain't caught my first murder case yet
Stay scrappin'
And can't wait to push a n*gga face back
Number one on 1-oh-6
Still around the racetrack
Still hangin' in the mix
Where I ain't safe at
I'm on some foolishness sh*t
With these rugers and sh*t
I'm on some run in your house b*tch
You move and get hit
I can't take out my grill
Cause I can't take out this reel
I'm the savage sh*t trille
And from my heart man I feel

(Chorus:)
n*gga
F**k you
Yeah I f**ked your b*tch n*gga
F**k you
And you better not say sh*t n*gga
F**k you
Yeah you be runnin' that sh*t n*gga
F**k you
You ain't got none of that sh*t n*gga
n*gga
F**k you
Yeah I f**ked your b*tch n*gga
F**k you
And you better not say sh*t n*gga
F**k you
Yeah you be runnin' that sh*t n*gga
F**k you
You ain't got none of that sh*t n*gga

(Pimp C:)
I did your b*tch outta pocket
Put some di*k in her ass
I got a 84 baritz and its sittin on glass
I'm a young pimp n*gga
With a whole lotta swagger
And I roll like a stone
Like my name Mick Jagger
pus*y n*ggas can't f**k with the pimp in the savage
We gettin' sucked in every city
Make a whole lot of cabbage
Gettin' head on the regular level ya ain't sh*t
Some real trille n*ggas for life up in this b*tch
I never go to war without that motherf**kin' gun
Down south b*tch we like DMC and run
Like chuck D say b*tch my oozie weigh a ton
I might be on parole but b*tch I'll knock out ya lungs
I come from the city where they sell cocaine
Ya get caught sniffin
n*ggas knock out ya brain
Leave a lump in ya lap
Your tongue in your dash so I bust 17
And I smashed the gas

(Chorus:)
n*gga

F**k you
Yeah I f**ked your b*tch n*gga
F**k you
And you better not say sh*t n*gga
F**k you
Yeah you be runnin' that sh*t n*gga
F**k you
You ain't got none of that sh*t n*gga
n*gga
F**k you
Yeah I f**ked your b*tch n*gga
F**k you
And you better not say sh*t n*gga
F**k you
Yeah you be runnin' that sh*t n*gga
F**k you
You ain't got none of that sh*t n*gga

(Lil Boosie:)
F**k you n*gga
My bloodline sicker
Make a quarter outta nickel
Been like that since I was little
From the hood
Where the killas keep them pistols smokin'
Swishas drink liquor bang a n*gga
Southside gangsta n*gga
F**k everything you goin' through
Badazz'll punish you
Show no love
Love will get you killed
So here we come for you
Gats a gat a stack's a stack
My click they'll beast
It's goin' down where we roam
In the hotel suite
Old lady gone crazy
Caught me rollin up 3
Beat that pus*y out her drawers
And I put her to sleep
You bullsh*ttin' with me
Boy my nerves stay bad
Get one of my convicts out the hood to put that di*k in ya ass

(Chorus:)
n*gga
F**k you
Yeah I f**ked your b*tch n*gga
F**k you
And you better not say sh*t n*gga
F**k you
Yeah you be runnin' that sh*t n*gga
F**k you
You ain't got none of that sh*t n*gga
n*gga
F**k you
Yeah I f**ked your b*tch n*gga
F**k you
And you better not say sh*t n*gga
F**k you
Yeah you be runnin' that sh*t n*gga
F**k you
You ain't got none of that sh*t n*gga

(Outro:)
F**k all yall n*ggas
If you ain't rollin' with us
F**k you n*gga
n*gga makin' all these broad statements
You'll be on a motherf**kin' shirt
n*gga
Face the sh*t n*gga
If your ass washed up you washed up
It's a new era n*gga
For this gangsta sh*t
And we don't play no games
Yall n*ggas be rappin' bout that sh*t
But we put that tool on yo b*tch ass n*gga
Go sh*t yo ass down n*gga
Garbage ass n*gga
Bfi ass n*gga
n*gga we got in this sh*t straight off you know
Real sh*t
We got in these streets our damn self
n*gga makin these
We goin' let that sh*t go
But you know what
F-U-C-K- You muthaf**ka n*gga f**k

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