Slim Thug - f** You lyrics

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Slim Thug - f** You lyrics

[Slim Thug:] As is, I aint changing for you s**ers if you aint f**ing with me, f** ya and if you aint feeling how I feel, f** ya you b**hes aint paying my bills, so f** ya I'mma boss, how bout low, ride out for the clique or you can ride with us or eat a sick dick I tell it how it is, them n***as speak fiction I gotta keep it real, that sh** 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 b**h outside if I say the watch 50, ask my Jeweler if I lie Thug boss b**h [Chorus:] I don't give a f**, if I do it's f** you if you don't like what a n***a do, f** you that sh** you n***as talking aint true, f** you we got our money right n***a, what you wanna do I don't give a f**, if I do it's f** you if you don't like what a n***a do, f** you that sh** you n***as talking aint true, f** you we got our money right n***a, what you wanna do [Lil Wayne:] I don't give a f**, if I do, it's f** 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 s** glue Weezy in this b**h, Thugga I got ya I'm all up in they face like the f**ing eye doctor f** with me wrong turn ya brains into pasta double barrell punk, it look like nostrils real n***a status, real n***a period you a real n***a, now that's a conspiracy young money sh**, you gon need some artillery science cla** n***a, me and money got chemistry [Chorus:] I don't give a f**, if I do it's f** you if you don't like what a n***a do, f** you that sh** you n***as talking aint true, f** you we got our money right n***a, what you wanna do I don't give a f**, if I do it's f** you if you don't like what a n***a do, f** you that sh** you n***as talking aint true, f** you we got our money right n***a, 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***a can you buy that try that is that sh** that you rap about real? okay tell me this, how many n***as you done k**ed? Okay, tell me this, is your clique really trill or you just get ga**ed on, these pay the bills the n***as 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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