f*ck Dat lyrics

by

Styles P


[Verse 1: Styles P]
f*ck that n*gga, f*ck him, knew he pus*y
[?] on his balls, [?] shooters pus*y
You think I'm rapping, I'm just saying what I do to pussies
Real life, real talk, my hawk'll go through the pus*y
You don't know sh*t about that murk work
You was just saying killer sh*t to make the verse work
I ain't knocking you, but end up in the wood
Box a hospital when them hollow tips start to pop at you
Yeah, it's turned up, but don't turn up dead
Cause n*ggas'll pop lead from their burners
And that f*ckboy sh*t don't concern us
Rough sh*t, ghost on a [?] to blow sh*t

[Hook: Ransom]
pus*y n*gga? f*ck that n*gga
He pus*y n*gga? f*ck that n*gga
My n*ggas don’t trust that n*gga
These b*tches don’t touch that n*gga
They know he pus*y n*gga
I'm screaming f*ck that n*gga

[Verse 2: Lore'L]
n*gga, you a pus*y, pus*y period, a pus*y
I'm coming at your cookie and I'll squeeze if you push me
n*gga please, ten Jesus peanuts, thirty-four deez nuts
And I never give two f*cks, f*ckn*gga
My crib bigger
Attitude rude, where my motherf*cking liquor?
You are what you eat, pus*y, pus*y, pus*y n*gga
f*ck you and anybody that you know, n*gga
And anytime I show out, we making n*ggas mad
Owl gang, b*tch, here to f*cking toe tag
Tag popping, I'm popping
Car shopping, order all the options
n*ggas talk tough, but be quick call to call the cops in
You pus*y n*gga
[Verse 3: Ransom]
pus*y n*gga, rookie n*gga
Me, I'm built like Tookie, n*gga
You, you more like Snookie, n*gga
Don't push me, n*gga
Got no class, played hookie, n*gga
You rode past when they took me, n*gga
I throw cash at that cookie, n*gga
I got love for them strippers
They got love for them tippers
You just a thug in them pictures
Me, I'll bust a slug at your mistress
Ain't no f*cking love when I spit this
That raw sh*t, don't cross this
I'm heartless with no conscience so be cautious
When I toss this in your office with that four fifth
Forfeit or get forclipsed and get lifted like a forklift
Or get twisted like a crawfish
pus*y n*ggas, you stuck with 'em
I'm celibate, I don't f*ck with 'em
I tell a b*tch, I don't trust women
I settle this when that slug hit 'em

[Hook]
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