FDB (f#ck That b#tch) Lyrics – Young Dro
Singer: Young Dro
Title: FDB (f#ck That b#tch)
Hustle Gang
West Side, Bankhead,(remix) that’s where I’m fromВ
Everything y’all didВ
It been doneВ
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can’t touch that sh#t
b#tch steady holl’in’ ’bout “f#ck me?”
(FDP) Nah, f#ck that b#tch
f#ck that b#tch (f#ck that b#tch)
f#ck that b#tch
b#tch steady holl’in’ ’bout “f#ck me?” (holla holla)
(Remix) f#ck that b#tchВ
f#ck that b#tch (f#ck that b#tch)
b#tch steady holl’in’ ’bout “f#ck me?”
Nah, f#ck that b#tch
Biotch! b#tch!
f#ck that b#tch like Too $hort
My whole crew here, f#ck you thought?
Bumping, smoking that Newport
Ho keep talking bout “f#ck me”
Man, f#ck that b#tch
Ho told you she ain’t f#ck me
Then I’ll f#ck that b#tch
Why you mad I ain’t give you stacks?
Why you mad I ain’t call you back?
I ain’t buy you that, I ain’t fly you back
Ho #ss n#gg#, that ain’t how you act
Now a b#tch talking bout “f#ck me”
f#ck me f#ck thatВ f#ck that b#tch
Ho keeps telling you “trust me”
Hey! I don’t trust that b#tch
Coke Boys, South Bronx,
Hey! that’s where I’m from
That fly sh#t my n#gg#s talk
Hey! Never been done
My shoe game is on Hammer Time,
Can’t touch that sh#t
Ho keep talking bout “f#ck me” (what man)
Man, f#ck that b#tch
f#ck that b#tch (f#ck that b#tch)
f#ck that b#tch
b#tch steady holl’in’ ’bout “f#ck me?”
Nah, f#ck that b#tch
f#ck that b#tchВ (f#ck that b#tch)
f#ck that b#tch
b#tch steady holl’in’ ’bout “f#ck me?” (holla holla)
Nah, f#ck that b#tch
I’mma go three,
Stupid on the remixВ I’mma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix
I’m a Bankhead n#gg#, so I’m straighter than a p#n#s
If ya try the westside, I’mma nut up like s#men
Ice got me anemic, walking up in Neiman’s
And everytime I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed
My baby momma mad and my girl look like a genie
I got racks like Venus, wanna stack ?
Red like panini, eating steaks and zucchini
Wit’ ya broad in Tahiti, big #ss green bikini
I don’t spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
Wait! f#ck that b#tch
f#ck that b#tch
b#tch steady holl’in’ ’bout “f#ck me?”
Nah, f#ck that b#tch
f#ck that b#tch
f#ck that b#tchВ
b#tch steady holl’in’ ’bout “f#ck me?” (holla holla)
Nah, f#ck that b#tch
I’m the yacht master, rollie iced like a hockey player
Kick it like a soccer player, n#gg# hating like a goalie
Long neck, grew ?, what your b#tch got for me
We been walking on the stars since midnight, homie
I destroyed the p#ss#, hit it like a fist fight, homie
My dick only know what she kiss like, homie
See, the molly got a gun, you could call but she ignoring
I was balls deep in it, n#gg#, you ain’t even know it
Blowing headband, strongest in the land
Say you hit it safe? You ain’t the only n#gg#, can
She wanna be a freak, you wanna be a man
Getting head in the Coupe, sex in the Sprinter Van
Run a full court game, no one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain’t nothing else to do, she wanna c#m for fun
I’m by myself, I brung no one
n#gg#, she want me like Givenchy
In a presidential suite, n#gg#, me on three
Why they call me p#ss# pumper, n#gg#, she gon’ see
Like she gon’ see, like she gon’ see
Okay, Hustle Gang, n#gg#, only thing I wear
Oh yeah, and a king of oneself
And Strivers Row, you know me, ho
Know where I’m from, know where I rep
West Side, Bankhead, where I’m from
Everything y’all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game (what?)
You can’t touch that sh#t
A b#tch that holler ’bout “f#ck me?” (holler holler)
Nah, f#ck that b#tch
Southside, ClayCo,
That’s where I’m from,В I’m on these Red Bottoms, Rick Owens
I been rocking them Jordans,В I said now, Ag compound
Gimme money, I’ll throw it
My hair luxurious, yo’ show ain’t growing
I got a smile on my face like Dro old cover
f#ck yo’ b#tch on the couch, no cover
f#ck yo’ couch, I’m Rick James brother
She a super freak, she don’t like no rubbers
f#ck you n#gg# then f#ck yo’ cousin
For some shoes and a couple hundred
I thought you knew, let me teach you something
She’ll suck me and kiss you like it ain’t nothing
Ugh, that b#tch cold,
n#gg#, now you know
You hold on the p#ss#?(lame)
I got p#ss# on hold
I get a whole lot of p#ss#
n#gg#, after my show
Red, black and white girls, yeah, they them Trinidad hoes
f#ck that b#tch (f#ck that b#tch)
f#ck that b#tch
b#tch steady holl’in’ ’bout “f#ck me?” (holla holla)
Nah, f#ck that b#tch
f#ck that b#tchВ (f#ck that b#tch)
f#ck that b#tch
b#tch steady holl’in’ ’bout “f#ck me?” (holla holla)
Nah, f#ck that b#tch
I told you Hustle Gang on everything
Tip
French
Trinidad
Droski
DJ Drama
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