F.U.C.K.Y.O.U. lyrics

by

Too $hort


f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
n*gga, F U C K Y O U
n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
n*gga, F U C K Y O U
You finna get yo' ass whooped, b*tch
You â€~bout to get yo' ass whooped, b*tch
We finna whoop yo' ass, b*tch
You â€~bout to get yo' ass whooped, b*tch
On my mama yo' hood ain't sh*t
n*gga, on my mama yo' hood ain't sh*t
On my mama yo' hood ain't sh*t
Yo' hood ain't sh*t, hood ain't sh*t
Man, f*ck yo' mama that punk ass b*tch
n*gga, what you say? She ain't nothin' but a b*tch
n*gga, f*ck yo' mama that punk ass b*tch
n*gga, what you say? Yo' mama ain't sh*t
f*ck that sh*t, n*gga, what you wanna do?
n*gga, f*ck that sh*t, n*gga, what you wanna do?
n*gga, f*ck that sh*t, n*gga, what you wanna do?
n*gga, what you wanna do? n*gga, what you wanna do?
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
n*gga, F U C K Y O U
n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
n*gga, F U C K Y O U
Hit that n*gga with a champagne bottle
Hit him with a champagne bottle
Man, hit that b*tch with a champagne bottle
Hit him in the head with the bottle
While you bumpin' yo' gums, I'ma bust yo' sh*t
Keep bumpin' yo' gums, I'ma bust yo' sh*t
Bumpin' yo' gums, I'ma bust yo' sh*t
I'ma bust yo' head and bust yo' lip
One of y'all n*ggas gon' die tonight
You gon' die tonight
n*gga, one of y'all n*ggas gon' die tonight
Somebody gon' die
n*gga, f*ck yo' turf, I'ma put you on a shirt
n*gga, f*ck yo' turf, I'ma put you on a shirt
n*gga, f*ck yo' turf, I'ma put you on a shirt
Everybody on your turf gon' have your picture on a shirt
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
n*gga, F U C K Y O U
n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
n*gga, F U C K Y O U
Broke hoe talkin' all that sh*t
You and your best friend got matchin' outfits
Punk ass b*tch tryin' to look cute
If I pull that weave out then what you gon' do?
b*tch, f*ck you, I know where you stay
Think you prettier than me, I'll cut yo' face
Don't call yo' n*gga, what he gon' say?
Keep f*ckin' with me, you â€~bout to get sprayed
Silly hoe, who you think you f*ckin' with?
You and that pus*y n*gga ain't got sh*t
You dykin' ass hoe want a dykin' ass b*tch
Just mad 'cause I won't let ya lick my clit
You wanna cut my face 'cause I'm prettier than you?
If I looked like you, I'd wanna cut mine too
You nappy headed b*tch, I don't need no weave
I would take your man but he ain't got no cheese, so f*ck you
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you too
n*gga, F U C K Y O U
n*gga, f*ck you

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