f*ck You lyrics

by

Jeezy


[Produced by DJ Mustard]

[Intro]
Dj Drama

[Verse 1:YG]
f*ck it
I done seen it all with these two eyes
Hoes dogs like blue eyes, I mean blue nose
Who she f*cking on who knows
Baby mamas I don't do those
Condoms got to use those
Cause they be acting like pinche putos
You a b*tch n*gga and you know you a b*tch
When you get told by a b*tch n*gga
These a thousand dollar pair of shoes
And you gone step on em, n*gga f*ck You!
Everytime my b*tch come around you
Try to talk her on the low how could I trust you
Ok, n*ggas ain't loyal, n*ggas ain't loyal
Bad like milk n*ggas will spoil
Picture me rollin like 2Pac
Off two pills I popped, n*gga f*ck You!

[Hook:YG&Jeezy]
These a thousand dollar pair of shoes
And you gone step on em, n*gga f*ck You!
They keep bringing bottles to my tables
I see you n*ggas hating, n*gga f*ck You!

I think they mad cause I'm in my zone
Plus I got that rollie on, n*gga f*ck You!
I got a hundred b*tches at my table
I see you n*ggas hating, n*gga f*ck You!

[Verse 2:Young Jeezy]
Think I ain't with the sh*t, Know you got me f*cked up
Don't be coming at me wrong, That'll get you f*cked up
True to the game don't judge a book by it's cover
And don't you ever, never, ever mistake a G for a sucker
n*gga f*ck you and everybody who like your b*tch ass
Send them through in the chevy DT snipe your b*tch ass
From the back of the back in the ? got damn
Go dougie on the pus*y, thats right killa cam
n*ggas don't run sh*t but their motherf*cking mouth
If I had a dollar for the hate I'd buy a billion dollar house
Got that .40 on deck keep it with me like a spouse
I don't even mind smoke a n*gga like a house
5 in the morning going hard in the kitchen
T doing three my god n*ggas snitchin'
I'm a speak my mind yeah you know how I do
So really b*tch n*gga f*ck You!
[Hook]

[Verse 3:YG]
f*ck you
Giuseppe with them straight legs
And them Ray Bands I see you n*ggas hating
I know you n*ggas plotting
But I ain't even tripping
Cause I know my n*ggas popping
The club or the mall it don't matter I'm a cash out
On my GPS all I see is cash routes
In the whip don't make me pop the stash out
I c*ck back like n*gga f*ck You!

[Hook]
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