f*ck Y’all n*ggas lyrics

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[Intro: Rah Digga]
Yeah, Rah digga once again, 'bout to set it on n*ggas
Representin' for all my b*tches across the globe
Ladies, we gon' set it one time
Come on

[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Say f*ck y'all n*ggas (f*ck y'all n*ggas)
Every one of y'all n*ggas (Every one of y'all n*ggas)
Don't trust y'all n*ggas (Don't trust y'all n*ggas)
f*ck all y'all n*ggas (f*ck all y'all n*ggas)
Come on

[Verse 1: Rah Digga]
All my b*tches that had it up to here
We about to make changes comin' in the new year
Say f*ck y'all n*ggas (f*ck y'all n*ggas)
Don't trust y'all n*ggas (Don't trust y'all n*ggas)
Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy f*ckers
Trife ass life with all them wack baby mothers
f*ck y'all n*ggas (f*ck y'all n*ggas)
Every one of y'all n*ggas (Every one of y'all n*ggas)
Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money
Chanel money, Nike, Adidas shell money
b*tches 'bout to shut down your whole line of game
Gasp! thinking you gon' put some sh*t in my game
Ego's a mother when the shoe kinda fitted
Sucka n*gga frontin' to his man like he hit it
Lyin' on your di*k, blow your spot, oh well
Bunch of bum ass n*ggas can't even cop hotels
[Chorus: Rah Digga & Young Zee]
Say f*ck y'all n*ggas (f*ck y'all n*ggas)
Every one of y'all n*ggas (Every one of y'all n*ggas)
Don't trust y'all n*ggas (Don't trust y'all n*ggas)
f*ck all y'all n*ggas (f*ck all y'all n*ggas)
Ayo, f*ck y'all b*tches (f*ck y'all b*tches)
f*ck all y'all b*tches (f*ck all y'all b*tches)
I don't trust y'all b*tches (Don't trust y'all b*tches)
So f*ck y'all b*tches (f*ck y'all b*tches)

[Verse 2: Young Zee]
On my room ceiling, i got mad mirrors built in
So when I f*ck you you're gon' feel like you're at the Hilton
Fake dime hoes, you give 'em Alizé
You can smell their tongues from a hundred miles away
Y'all ain't Gucci b*tches (Fake Gucci b*tches)
Y'all stank coochie b*tches (Stank coochie b*tches)
Yeah, b*tch, my n*ggas pop girls up in back of Zee's truck
But we ain't goin' nowhere 'til after we f*ck
'Cause spend dough and might not touch, how that soundin'?
I don't give a f*ck if a b*tch stomach growlin' (Starve)
Tell your girls "f*ck everyone of us"
Y'all hoes can eat 'til your motherf*ckin' stomach bust
Drop your drawers, come slob my balls
You'll get a trip goin' straight to the mall
And I'll let your pretty ass run loose
And go distract the cops while your ass go boost
[Chorus: Rah Digga & Young Zee]
Man, f*ck y'all n*ggas (f*ck y'all n*ggas)
Every one of y'all n*ggas (Every one of y'all n*ggas)
Don't trust y'all n*ggas (Don't trust y'all n*ggas)
f*ck all y'all n*ggas (f*ck all y'all n*ggas)
f*ck y'all b*tches (f*ck y'all b*tches)
Every one of y'all b*tches (Every one of y'all b*tches)
I don't trust y'all b*tches (Don't trust y'all b*tches)
f*ck y'all b*tches (f*ck y'all b*tches)
Man, f*ck y'all n*ggas (f*ck y'all n*ggas)
Every one of y'all n*ggas (Every one of y'all n*ggas)
Don't trust y'all n*ggas (Don't trust y'all n*ggas)
f*ck all y'all n*ggas (f*ck all y'all n*ggas)
What? Well then, f*ck y'all b*tches (f*ck y'all b*tches)
Every one of y'all b*tches (Every one of y'all b*tches)
I don't trust y'all b*tches (Don't trust y'all b*tches)
f*ck y'all b*tches (f*ck y'all b*tches)
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