f*ck You lyrics

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Birdman


[Lil Wayne]
Who that, Weezy b*tch
Like Sigel, you f*ckin with the young don, people
Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel
Muh'f*ckas better be peaceful, fo' sheezle
I get sums in lumps, like measles
My dough sick, on occations I catch seizures
I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you
And for that cheddar, hungry n*ggas'll eat you
We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes
b*tches yell I wanna do those guys
Ain't that cold, you know sh*t f*cked up when you got banked at fo'
I'm 19 and I got banked at O
That's the Bentley ma, that ain't that Rolls
But the price on that muthaf*cka ain't that low
Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo'
If your f*ckin with the dude
b*tch I'm from Cash Money Records, f*ck You

[Hook x8]
f*ck you, f*ck you n*gga, muthaf*ck you

[Mannie Fresh]
Chains, knives, guns that's us
The slogan is "we will bust"
The rules our this our side
Cross it young n*gga and you will die
Pumps, riot guns, even 25's
Cash Money got this, don't even try it
Stay where you from, don't bring no static
If not, then semi-automatic
This is the payback, pus*y b*tch stay back
f*ck you, yo' mama, yo' daddy and where you lay at
What's beef, beef is when you f*ck with us
Guaranteed to leave yo' ass up under the bus
There's no one quicker, than a hot boy n*gga
That'll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger
There's no one keaner, with the chrome Sarafina
Murder ain't nuttin' but a misdemeanor
[Hook x4]

[Baby]
Fo' sho' n*gga
I'm gon' ride 'round my city and stunt my sh*t
If a n*gga don't like it they can suck my di*k
I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari
Lambo' with no top I'm gon' ride tomorrow
f*ck a cutless, regals, and rams V-12
Gotta have somethin fast just to get out them jams
Got a big ass crib with a flow lil f*ck
Got a roof all glass and that b*tch split up
Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth
Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room
Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall
Jaguar floors and f*ck all yall
BMW lights, projectors to watch fights
Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads
Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain't that crazy
I don't give a f*ck homie, that's how I play it
Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs
In the fridge, it's quarters to replace the eggs
From me, Fresh, and Weezy f*ck what they say
I'm Cash Money stunna n*gga and that's how I play it

[Hook x8]
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