DJ Mustard - f** You lyrics

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DJ Mustard - f** You lyrics

[Produced by DJ Mustard] [Intro] Dj Drama [Verse 1:YG] f** it I done seen it all with these two eyes Hoes dogs like blue eyes, I mean blue nose Who she f**ing on who knows Baby mamas I don't do those Condoms got to use those Cause they be acting like pinche putos You a b**h n***a and you know you a b**h When you get told by a b**h n***a These a thousand dollar pair of shoes And you gone step on em, n***a f** You! Everytime my b**h come around you Try to talk her on the low how could I trust you Ok, n***as ain't loyal, n***as ain't loyal Bad like milk n***as will spoil Picture me rollin like 2Pac Off two pills I popped, n***a f** You! [Hook:YG&Jeezy] These a thousand dollar pair of shoes And you gone step on em, n***a f** You! They keep bringing bottles to my tables I see you n***as hating, n***a f** You! I think they mad cause I'm in my zone Plus I got that rollie on, n***a f** You! I got a hundred b**hes at my table I see you n***as hating, n***a f** You! [Verse 2:Young Jeezy] Think I ain't with the sh**, Know you got me f**ed up Don't be coming at me wrong, That'll get you f**ed up True to the game don't judge a book by it's cover And don't you ever, never, ever mistake a G for a s**er n***a f** you and everybody who like your b**h a** Send them through in the chevy DT snipe your b**h a** From the back of the back in the ? got damn Go dougie on the p**y, thats right k**a cam n***as don't run sh** but their motherf**ing mouth If I had a dollar for the hate I'd buy a billion dollar house Got that .40 on deck keep it with me like a spouse I don't even mind smoke a n***a like a house 5 in the morning going hard in the kitchen T doing three my god n***as snitchin' I'm a speak my mind yeah you know how I do So really b**h n***a f** You! [Hook] [Verse 3:YG] f** you Giuseppe with them straight legs And them Ray Bands I see you n***as hating I know you n***as plotting But I ain't even tripping Cause I know my n***as popping The club or the mall it don't matter I'm a cash out On my GPS all I see is cash routes In the whip don't make me pop the stash out I co*k back like n***a f** You! [Hook]

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