“Fuck You” Lyrics - Slim Thug (feat. Lil Wayne)
Lyrics at moozikportal.blogspot.com
[Slim Thug]
As is, I aint changing for you suckers
if you aint f-cking with me, f-ck ya
and if you aint feeling how I feel, f-ck ya
you bitches aint paying my bills, so f-ck ya
I’mma boss, how bout low, ride out for the clique
or you can ride with us or eat a sick d-ck
I tell it how it is, them n-ggas speak fiction
I gotta keep it real, that sh-t is an addiction
so open up ya ears, all ya gotta do is listen
then everytime you see me, I’mma pull the description
if I say I got a Bentley than that bitch outside
if I say the watch 50, ask my Jeweler if I lie
Thug boss bitch
[Chorus]
I don’t give a f-ck, if I do it’s f-ck you
if you don’t like what a n-gga do, f-ck you
that sh-t you n-ggas talking aint true, f-ck you
we got our money right n-gga, what you wanna do
I don’t give a f-ck, if I do it’s f-ck you
if you don’t like what a n-gga do, f-ck you
that sh-t you n-ggas talking aint true, f-ck you
we got our money right n-gga, what you wanna do
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[Lil Wayne]
I don’t give a f-ck, if I do, it’s f-ck you
run and do these holes like Maurice Jones Drew
life on the edge, I want my jumpsuit
my hoes keep their mouth closed like they suck glue
Weezy in this b-tch, Thugga I got ya
I’m all up in they face like the f-cking eye doctor
f-ck with me wrong turn ya brains into pasta
double barrell punk, it look like nostrils
real n-gga status, real n-gga period
you a real n-gga, now that’s a conspiracy
young money sh-t, you gon need some artillery
science class n-gga, me and money got chemistry
[Chorus]
I don’t give a f-ck, if I do it’s f-ck you
if you don’t like what a n-gga do, f-ck you
that sh-t you n-ggas talking aint true, f-ck you
we got our money right n-gga, what you wanna do
I don’t give a f-ck, if I do it’s f-ck you
if you don’t like what a n-gga do, f-ck you
that sh-t you n-ggas talking aint true, f-ck you
we got our money right n-gga, what you wanna do
[Slim Thug]
Aint no punchlines in my rhymes I’m like this and like that
its just 36 lines of straight facts
okay I take that back, 36 lines of crack
now thats a brick hard n-gga can you buy that
try that
is that sh-t that you rap about real?
okay tell me this, how many n-ggas you done killed?
Okay, tell me this, is your clique really trill
or you just get gassed on, these pay the bills
the n-ggas tell the truth what would they be saying
be caught up in the streets and be like I was just playing
thats why they get robbed or set up for the slam
I’ma be me even when I’m verse laying
[Chorus]
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