Bob - FDB (Remix 3) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] Hustle Gang Remix! F.D.B! [Bridge: Young Dro] West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from Everything y'all did, it been done My Tru game and my shoe game Can't touch that sh** [Hook: Young Dro] b**h steady holl'in' ‘bout "f** me?" Nah, f** that b**h f** that b**h (x2) b**h steady holl'in' ‘bout "f** me?" Nah, f** that b**h f** that b**h (x2) b**h steady holl'in' ‘bout "f** me?" Nah, f** that b**h [Verse 1: Young Dro] I'mma go three, stupid on the remix I'mma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix I'm a Bankhead n***a, so I'm straighter than a penis If ya try the Westside, I'mma nut up like semen Ice got me anemic, walking up in Neiman's And everytime I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed My baby mama mad and my girl look like a genie I got racks like Venus, 20 stack in my jeans Bread like panini, eating steaks and zucchini Wit' ya broad in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on 'em like bulimic Pardon, my High Time album a problem, wait! [Hook] [Verse 2: B.o.B] Eastside, Candler Road, with yo' ho, I'm an animal She twerk that p**y, Hannah Montana, ho Yeah, her feet pretty, I just want the camel toe Yeah, she thought that I was playing till I'm claiming I'mma slap my name on it like a motherf**ing envelope, yeah! Shouts out to my n***a Young Dro And all the real n***as on the Westside This year, when I turn 25, I'mma take a G5 for a test drive Southside girls got all the game Northside girls sniff all the 'caine Eastside girls talk all the sh** And all the Westside girls say "f** that b**h" [Hook] [Verse 3: Wale] We lit for the remix, n***a so cold I'm in the helix with three chicks, waiting on the fourth And my shoe game, oh, nah, already know I do things, Liu Kang, ready, set, go, uh Knock, knock, hear the b**hes at the door? Party at Onyx, I'm leaving out broke Walking beside me, you see a light show Well, my girl got a girl, guess I'm living like Dro Dro, clean in this b**h Now, I'm finna shoulder lean in this b**h They don't even search my team in this b**h So I pro'ly got the purp and lean in this biotch! Still it's "f** that chick" Hit her off the Goose then duck that chick Hold up, we don't rock like that Make 'em all fall back, never trust that chick Bob Marley tip, reggaeton, oh baby, I'm the boss of that Never give your heart if she not for real So go and play some Pac, that's why we call you b**h [Hook] [Verse 4: Chief Keef] b**h, don't even want you no more, f** that sh** Every n***a toting around me, he better bust that b**h Heard y'all n***as playa hatin', what's up with that sh**? He gon' get you played up, get your paper up, but don't cuff that b**h My squad, we'll f** that b**h She ain't even know I'm the CEO, that dumb a** b**h Forty thousand in Moncler, yeah, I run that b**h And I run with O'Block but yo' block, I'm on that b**h Lil stuntin' a** b**h Hood n***a, love money, I throw bands, look up for that sh** She spilled some liquor on my Louie, I'm off that b**h Then I took that b**h virginity, I got some top and I f**ed that b**h [Hook]