Slim Dunkin - f** You lyrics

[Verse 1-V-Nasty] I think they mad 'cause I'm relevant Big choppers put holes in elephants I got a bad b**h and she's elegant Bet a hundred thousand that b**h selling it I'm on the block, and b**h, I'm doing hella sh** Them s**ers over there looking is irrelevant I got a boatload coming from Mexico And if the b**hes talking gas, they a** like Texaco I'm a reckless ho, you can't check this ho b**h, my outfit cost more than your necklace, ho And I'm doing sh** that you never seen before Having withdrawals, man, hurry bring my bowl [Hook-V-Nasty] f** you b**h, f** your mama too f** you b**h, f** your mama too f** you b**h, f** your mama too You can't f** with us You can't do what we do f** you b**h, f** your mama too f** you b**h, f** your mama too f** you b**h, f** your mama too You can't f** with us You can't do what we do [Verse 2-Gucci Mane] I got a swag so sick, make the broad cough I got a Lamborghini, hit the gas, the b**h get lost You with a loser, need to lose him, if not, your loss I got her syrup, bourbon, timber she stay in their cross I'm a boss, you's a worker, boy, go jerk off Brick Squad on the stage, know our shirts off And I'm horny as a rhino and her a** soft I got a fetish for a fine ho, I break her off Let's get it on, let's get it in Let's get it on, do it again So bring a friend if you want to Don't tell me what you won't do Want me like I want you? All night long, let's get it on [Hook-V-Nasty] f** you b**h, f** your mama too f** you b**h, f** your mama too f** you b**h, f** your mama too You can't f** with us You can't do what we do f** you b**h, f** your mama too f** you b**h, f** your mama too f** you b**h, f** your mama too You can't f** with us You can't do what we do [Verse 3-Slim Dunkin] I f** her, you lick her, I hit her and pa** her The number at the light, Imma f** her by tonight She says her friend a dyke so she allergic to the pipe Under roun' roun' no insurance, f** the no queen no endurance Take care of my appearance, seen True's on clearance f** your mama, your sister and your kids Would say f** your girl but I already did I be in and out of jobs, can go in and out raw And I got the bird, man, I be stuntin' like my boss Going private when I travel plane, Louis in my baggage claim Standing on the couches with V-Nasty and Gucci Mane All the ice on my hands got my fingers cold Call me Slim Dunk, I don't finger roll [Hook-V-Nasty] f** you b**h, f** your mama too f** you b**h, f** your mama too f** you b**h, f** your mama too You can't f** with us You can't do what we do f** you b**h, f** your mama too f** you b**h, f** your mama too f** you b**h, f** your mama too You can't f** with us You can't do what we do