收聽Yo Gotti的F-U (Clean Version)歌詞歌曲

F-U (Clean Version)

Yo Gotti, Meek Mill2013年11月19日

F-U (Clean Version) 歌詞

 

F**k you

F**k you

 

F**k you

 

F**k you

Tell a hater I said

F**k you

 

F**k you

 

F**k you

 

F**k you

And tell your b**ch I just said

 

Me

 

A** up face down

 

One night only I'm from out of town

 

Pound new rules we ain't waiting on it

And if that p**sy good we spend a cake on it

 

Plane ticket hotel new bag new Chanel

 

Giuseppe sneakers his or hers

 

If you a hater I just got two words

F**k you

 

F**k you

 

F**k you

 

F**k you

Tell a hater I said

F**k you

F**k you

 

F**k you

 

F**k you

And tell your b**ch I just said

 

You and the b**ches that you came with

 

All in my section drinking my sh*t

 

You ain't f**king you ain't sucking what you doing ho

 

Instagram and taking pictures but you don't know me though

Damn she said that she a fan

Yea I understand but I want to get in her pants

Cause she thick as f**k and she licking her tongue out

She said she don't f**k with rappers

And I'm like what you talking about b**ch

F**k you

F**k you

 

F**k you

 

F**k you

I got two words for you

F**k you

F**k you

 

F**k you

 

F**k you

Tell a hater I said

 

Oh I said f**k you

 

I don't like 'em I don't love 'em

When the money come home

It's turning haters I don't trust 'em

If the brick ain't coming with a stick I don't touch 'em

Scorpio when I'm bustin'

Like a b**ch when she twerkin' y'all *s workin'

Clowin' a** *s we should put you in the circus

In the cage with the lion let him have you for dessert

And testifying on your homie took a dip but was it worth it ni**a

I'm in this b**ch she said my friend she want to f**k you

I like your friend but I really you know I wanna f**k you

And if I had my homie he'd have to f**k too

And put your middle fingers up and scream

 

Haters

 

Ni**a mad at the paper

 

Big crib ten cars twenty acres

Twenty chains ten watches I'm a jewler

 

Lil’ watch with the jest don’t let it fool you

I could school you on how to look like money

Hustler of the year could write a book ‘bout money

Don’t pop them bottles tryna impress them hoes

 

With your re-up money better tell them hoes b**ch

 

F**k you

F**k you

 

F**k you

 

F**k you

Tell a b**ch I said

F**k you

 

F**k you

 

F**k you

 

F**k you

 

Tell a hater I said