QuESt (FL) - Fuck You Mean lyrics

rate me

Little one

Seventeen gunning for the

Number one

One year later went back to the slums

Shit fucked up

I tell my troops

No gavel, let it unravel

Spent it from my hard watch

My worst travel might feel fowl on the outside

I was in the car, points in the bar

Never kept scar

Nazi told me to rout their shorts

Before Scareface earned my applause

These broads came better than a Dave Chappelle skeet

Pray you felt it, ways are Celtic

My spirit is warrior

This is the story of Miami's

Chronicles told by a part of us

Me and my vicious crew, so sit back and listen through

What you did, turn off the screen?!?

[Chorus]

Fuck you mean?

There must be something wrong with your mind

Shit!

The fuck is up with your clapping,

Get your hand up out of my pocket!

Fuck you mean?

Must be out your mind or retarder

Shit!

Tryna stop what we started

Ain't no need for the trigger, we got it!

Fuck you mean?

Can we be going? We going

We be going where nobody's ever gone before

Can we be going? We going

We be going where nobody's ever gone before