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Da Brat - Fuck You lyrics
Uh, uh, uh I know don't exactly what's wrong with your nigga's neck It's ain't my fault if he looking You 'spose to keep his ass in check cause Every time I come near All he do is stare And I can see it in his eyes that he wants some He know what's in the prize, it's Red Rum To any of these hoes that come Stand next to me and look like bums, they make pennies And all I do is stack the paper Just in case I run into some complications I'm set for life, never in debt And you frustrated when I get all the niggas' attention You fall off Guess you was born to make the coffee for us Writing bitches with a higher position Da Brat talk niggas listen Go get a nine to five Cause you can't keep up with the shit I cook up I can't help it if you're nigga wanna hook up Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me Like he really wanna drop ya bad Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad But I don't give a fuck, you Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine And ya really wanna stop me bad But fix your face bitch I'm here to stay And I don't give a fuck, you And I'mma make sure that my niggas lookin' Tell you broads to calm down there ain't no competition I'm flawless as the rocks on my left pinky And I love it when y'all wanna get at me And make me think my shit don't stink Evidently you ain't satisfied at home She ain't got no style of her own No body of her own Not roaming in the V12 You turned on because I bought it myself What other bitch do you know like this? That's tight as a hot curl Known to rock worlds Once I'm spotted you will probably drop your girl My intimidation to niggas is challenging to 'em He fiending to get in my Vicky's Secrets And underneath my Girbaud and my boxer shorts I rock ice burg sports and Da Brat prints of all sorts Interesting to you cause I got some dough You thinkin' if you and me get together You'll never go broke Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me Like he really wanna drop ya bad Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad But I don't give a fuck, you Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine And ya really wanna stop me bad But fix your face bitch I'm here to stay And I don't give a fuck, you Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me Like he really wanna drop ya bad Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad But I don't give a fuck, you Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine And ya really wanna stop me bad But fix your face bitch I'm here to stay And I don't give a fuck, you |
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