F 'Em All
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(Intro) Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all Fuck these fuck niggas talkin' back at you (Verse) Fuck niggas mad at me fo'? I ain't done shit to y'all Just doin' me like y'all should Maybe that step got skipped fo' y'all Maybe this lifestyle ain't fit fo' y'all What this is for. Work so hard my kids could ball When you go to the bank make a big withdrawal It ain't shit to y'all Now minion's opinions are venomous They know I'm infamous, nigga, I've been in the hood Swimmin' in cinnamon, women my lyric condition Are benjamins, spendin' em good Streak success and my mind in em all Always runnin' a line in the club While I'm inside some white girls prolly Gettin' drugged in the line to the club Whachya talkin' bout?! Made off like Madeoff, that shit they say be way off No days off, you laid off My car, my house, both paid off She already know what it is Hop in my car, my house, I break off Her blouse, her draws, she take 'em off My ______(?) get it hard then make it soft Got hogs flaw like talkin', when we walkin' we stay clear of that See you when we see you, we won't see you, you ain't where we at You got aware, mind bad tempered out here Fully autos, I bear it, so if it ain't God, I don't fear it (Hook) Whachya gon' say now! Every otha city we gon' It's all us in it (fuck ya gon' say now!) These niggas runnin' mouth like these hoes How it goes (whachya talkin' bout?) Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all Fuck these fuck niggas talkin' back at you Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all Fuck these fuck niggas talkin' back at you (Verse 2) Now they three steady watchin' All these bitches be fiendin' Guess they love my demeanor They love the way I be leaning I used to pop a few xannies Blend it with promethazine I started out by my lonely And then I brought my whole team in Now every show it's sold out Fans just waiting and screaming We made it come to fruition When we was broke and just dreaming These hoes underdressed to impress In every section I be in Now understand why they hate me I give 'em plenty of reasons Whachya talkin' bout? Are we talkin' bout you?! Are we talkin' bout him? Are ya talkin' bout me? Or ya talkin' bout them? They ain't talkin' bout us Like we neck connect and I neva knew You check the check, she don't check fo' you She throw it back and I catch it too Yo gossip injurious, keep my name in yo rumors We don't let 'em consume us We go straight to consumers So if yo man got aware, my bad tempere out here Fully autos, I bear it, so if it ain't God, I don't fear it (Hook)
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