Lox

Lox - Fuck You lyrics

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Shit <br />

Feel this <br />

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If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you) <br />

Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you) <br />

And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you) <br />

Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you <br />

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[Jadakiss] <br />

Yo, everybody's a snake <br />

That's why I try to keep the grass cut <br />

So I can see 'em when they coming <br />

Then I heat they ass up <br />

'cause' them niggas that you went to school with <br />

Will catch you while you in your new whip <br />

And turn your brains into Cool Whip <br />

Niggas that you running round getting ass with <br />

Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket <br />

Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much <br />

And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much <br />

While you was running round pumping for niggas <br />

I was listening <br />

And you still pumping for niggas <br />

I'm coming through visiting <br />

You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex <br />

And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks <br />

And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo <br />

Burner under the Polo, a lot of y'all is homos <br />

Funny style niggas never down with me <br />

Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee <br />

I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids <br />

Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs <br />

Don't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a call <br />

And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road <br />

Now I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs <br />

Bigger bracelets with bigger begets, <br />

Fuck y'all <br />

[Styles] <br />

All I do is get high, and think of faving you all <br />

Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord <br />

I'd rather die today than live tomorrow <br />

Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and ball <br />

Put in my work, you might get put in a church <br />

Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse <br />

Learn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off <br />

Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss <br />

You can die cause this shit might happen to me <br />

But I'mma still happen to be, packin the 3 <br />

Fuck with bitches that be wrappin the keys <br />

And the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin the D <br />

Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees <br />

1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner <br />

Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna <br />

I understand, fuck it dog, die in the can <br />

I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man <br />

As well as your left, niggas trip, fell into death <br />

They touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you <br />

[Sheek Luchion] <br />

A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide <br />

What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry <br />

Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by <br />

Putting a M*A*S*H on niggas like Klinger and Horgi <br />

So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushy <br />

Should be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you pussy <br />

Fuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell "Death" <br />

You can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shit <br />

Be as deep as you inside the fucking cement <br />

Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear <br />

I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there <br />

Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this <br />

Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand <br />

When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit <br />

Play in this shit make a angel with it <br />

And I don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all share <br />

Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year <br />

When I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot <br />

The hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot <br />

I want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my post <br />

Fuck a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy <br />

Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block <br />

You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what <br />

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If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you <br />

Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you <br />

And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you <br />

Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you <br />

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I'll tell you in your face, fuck you <br />

Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you <br />

And watch you die on the street, fuck you <br />

Whoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too

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