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Lil Scrappy - What the F*** lyrics
[Lil Scrappy talking] [chorus] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on eyein me [4x] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on tryin me [4x] [Lil Scrappy] fuck the bullshit beat dat ass to the floe he twistin now he shakin like a god damn hoe don't run they goin to bak me, now hes tryin to attack me juzt blow your brain cells from ur head I be clappin now I buck all day, I buck all nite damn rite I beat your ass in a god damn fite don't stand so close, get your damn nose broke tryn to give me doubt when you see bitch you aint my folk you be tryn me, I'm a thugged out g imma switch you sideways imma charge a post up fee thug straight trappin, till I get rich off this rappin I aint got no friends got watch whos heads I be clappin Flippin and flappin at the mouth ya its off the chain Flippin it on them real bitches just to get brain What the fuck is you tryn me foe I aint no bitch, I aint no lame hoe [chorus] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on eyein me [4x] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on tryin me [4x] [Lil Scrappy] What the fuck is goin on I beat the fuck out your ass and bring your bitch ass home I'm a young thug nigga I aint no fuckin joke If I aint no lame nigga then what the fuck you eyein foe Talking all that shit bitch take it outside Pop you about 3 times make you turn clockwise I aint playin I done bein trife, damn they done took a life Used to call me chicken cause I used to stab a man with a knife My life, tatted on my neck, so you best respect We thug stylin BME, leavin hoes pussy wet I only punch niggas dawg, I don't fight no bitch, Got a hoe in the car that will get up in that shit I'm goin to pit stop My brains in nerve lose I carry my own cross But still you get tossed And last but not least, quit tryn me You aint got no business mothafukin eyein me [chorus 2x] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on eyein me [4x] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on tryin me [4x] [Lil Scrappy] Haters dress to impress, but dey missd the spot It takes chest to distress the longevity pot But I got a 380 waitin so keep your eyes up on me Keep your eyes off my dick and get your own damn money You silly mothafucka you'll get your head slit wide open I do it in the street and leave your neighborhood smoking And they hope in, that the mothafuckin war is ova These lyrics soul reverse them, click clack and break your shoulder I'm rollin from the south side of the A If you keep lookin imma bust your ass in your face I aint goin to play imma just make an example All that unloyal shit will get your bitch ass tapered When I cock back my pistols gonna sound like bam Get your ass so hard the fuckin crowd say damn You just got knocked the fuck out That's the way we do niggas that's eyein in da south [chorus] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on eyein me [4x] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on tryin me .[4x] |
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