Fuck You Songtext / Lyric

- gangsta boo]

Yeah, y'all know what time it is nigga

I'm bringin' a lot of shit today

I'm bringin m-child

I'm bringin' two for ya

I'm also bringin' the pain nigga

'cause when I come, I'm comin' for you

So you better ask some-mothafuckin-body

For the 9-8, until 2 g's nigga

I'm takin' over

You understand this type of shit

Three 6 mafia, hypnotize, prophet posse

Fuck you bitch!






(m-child)

1 - when we high off that green and gin

Ain't no tellin what we'll do

You got some ani' with the crew?

(fuck you! fuck you!)

With that heat we be bussin

Conversation no discussion

Hollow points they comin straight at you!

(fuck you! fuck you!)



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Bustin' bitches daily, maybe it's the herb in me

I wanna see what you hidden for, shake 'em and see

Time to steal, time to kill, time to get real, and wassup

I'm just a beefin' in the club, tear that fuckin' bitch up

I'm in the corner 'round some smoke, smokin' fine ass weed

Freakin' like vanessa del rio, won't you take you a peak

Mob, it was me, bringin' shit to the door

I be the lady unabomber, bombin' bitches and mo'

So time to go toe to toe, with a bitch that be rockin'

Ain't nothin' stoppin' prophet posse 'til your body be droppin'

You fuckin' bitch, spittin' rhythms in your rhyme like a joke

I'm gonna tote you like a 90 when I'm pullin' that dope

I know you're hopin' that I'll fall to my face, but I ain't

My shoes are stuck to the ground when I walk out on bank

Another fuckin' lp dropped like it's some rice

We be straight like 9: 15, bitch, fuck your spot

Nigga!



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(m-child)

Let cha let cha mind explode

With these lyrics I control

Just a peak to let you see

How m-child do it in flip mode

Now I'm baddest on a level

Find a new way to be paid

Ain't gon' burn or slice or beat 'em down

With bats and prophet dank

Yellin' thangs, I'm comin' up

And niggas want your life to live

Pack that steel if you real

But you better shoot to kill

All that flossin' ain't gon' do

Bring a gun without the clip

And for the rest of your life

You'll be walkin' around with a half-ass limp

Read my lips, don't fuck with us

Because we dangerous

And when we on that good stuff

Like a junkie, we be anxious

To get up in yo shit

And take your life with all quickness

A orange mound playa that be strictly bout his business

Watch out, nigga

Don't give a fuck, nigga

Walk on top of water

We some mean ass niggas

Prophet 'til I fry

So fuck with me, you can't avoid

Plus the first time you slip

You goin bungee jumpin without the cord, bitch!



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(koopsta knicca)

Coulda been a friend, seemed to busy pimpin'

Gettin' upon the skin

I had no team, 34 hancock

Puttin' them cuts upon these men

Again it's on, don't be phony

Tellin' these hoes that I love 'em

You think you're tough fool

Look at your?, hey, they groupies

Nigga, don't give a fuck

Wanna know 'bout better things

That fool is gonna be?

Raisin' doja, what I saw is me

I best get the motha-fucka off

B-b-ba-da-boom, pa-ta-pa-ta-pow

Loadin' got me goin' down

Swear I'm trippin'

'fore I come up, just-a left a fuckin' cal

On the ground with the 40

Hell, and me criticizing', no

Ho, I never sold no dope

Oh shit, then shoot me 'cause I'm?

Some of them charges, said the sergeant

"you been wanted for the longest, on the street, they call you creep"

Nah, nigga, my name is?

Well, if you're wanted

Then I'm gonna give you something to collect

Man, you can take that mothafuckin' gat

And stick that heat up your ass

Nine in my?, got the 5?

3 with the tag around my throat, gotta let me go



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2 - hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...

Fuck you, fuck you



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