f*ck You lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Verse 1-V-Nasty]
I think they mad 'cause I'm relevant
Big choppers put holes in elephants
I got a bad b*tch and she's elegant
Bet a hundred thousand that b*tch selling it
I'm on the block, and b*tch, I'm doing hella sh*t
Them suckers over there looking is irrelevant
I got a boatload coming from Mexico
And if the b*tches talking gas, they ass like Texaco
I'm a reckless ho, you can't check this ho
b*tch, my outfit cost more than your necklace, ho
And I'm doing sh*t that you never seen before
Having withdrawals, man, hurry bring my bowl

[Hook-V-Nasty]
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
You can't f*ck with us
You can't do what we do
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
You can't f*ck with us
You can't do what we do
[Verse 2-Gucci Mane]
I got a swag so sick, make the broad cough
I got a Lamborghini, hit the gas, the b*tch get lost
You with a loser, need to lose him, if not, your loss
I got her syrup, bourbon, timber she stay in their cross
I'm a boss, you's a worker, boy, go j*rk off
Brick Squad on the stage, know our shirts off
And I'm horny as a rhino and her ass soft
I got a fetish for a fine ho, I break her off
Let's get it on, let's get it in
Let's get it on, do it again
So bring a friend if you want to
Don't tell me what you won't do
Want me like I want you?
All night long, let's get it on

[Hook-V-Nasty]
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
You can't f*ck with us
You can't do what we do
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
You can't f*ck with us
You can't do what we do
[Verse 3-Slim Dunkin]
I f*ck her, you lick her, I hit her and pass her
The number at the light, Imma f*ck her by tonight
She says her friend a dyke so she allergic to the pipe
Under roun' roun' no insurance, f*ck the no queen no endurance
Take care of my appearance, seen True's on clearance
f*ck your mama, your sister and your kids
Would say f*ck your girl but I already did
I be in and out of jobs, can go in and out raw
And I got the bird, man, I be stuntin' like my boss
Going private when I travel plane, Louis in my baggage claim
Standing on the couches with V-Nasty and Gucci Mane
All the ice on my hands got my fingers cold
Call me Slim Dunk, I don't finger roll

[Hook-V-Nasty]
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
You can't f*ck with us
You can't do what we do
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
f*ck you
b*tch, f*ck your mama too
You can't f*ck with us
You can't do what we do
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