f#ck You Lyrics – Lil Wayne
Singer: Lil Wayne
Title: f#ck You
Who that, Weezy b#tch
Like Sigel, you f#cking with the young don, people
Plus I’m tryna make a son, he gon’ be the sequel
m#th*rf#ck*rs better be peaceful, for sheezle
I get sums in lumps, like measles
My dough sick, on occasions I catch seizures
I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you
And for that cheddar, hungry n#gg#s’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 for
I’m 19 and I got banked at O
That’s the Bentley ma, that ain’t that Rolls
But the price on that m#th*rf#ck*r ain’t that low
Guaranteed that I’ll bang that for
If your f#cking with the dude
b#tch I’m from Cash Money Records, f#ck You
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
Chains, knives, guns that’s us
The slogan is “We will bust”
The rules our this our side
Cross it young n#gg# and you will die
Pumps, riot guns, even 25s
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, p#ss# b#tch stay back
f#ck you, your mama, your daddy and where you lay at
What’s beef, beef is when you f#ck with us
Guaranteed to leave your #ss up under the bus
There’s no one quicker, than a hot boy n#gg#
That’ll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger
There’s no one keaner, with the chrome Sarafina
Murder ain’t nutting but a misdemeanor
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
For sure n#gg#
I’m gon’ ride ’round my city and stunt my sh#t
If a n#gg# don’t like it they can suck my dick
I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari
Lambo’ with no top I’m gon’ ride tomorrow
f#ck a cutlass, regals, and rams V-12
Gotta have something fast just to get out them jams
Got a big #ss crib with a flow little 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 y’all
BMW lights, projectors to watch fights
Cadillac 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 stunner n#gg# and that’s how I play it
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
f#ck you, f#ck you n#gg#, motherf#ck you
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