Представляем точный текст композиции "Fuck You" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Da Brat . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Fuck You» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Da Brat передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Da Brat - "Fuck You"
Lyrics to Fuck You : Uh, uh, uh I know dont exactly whats wrong with your niggas neck Its aint my fault if he looking You spose to keep his ass in check cause Every time I come near All he do is stare And I can see it in his eyes that he wants some He know whats in the prize, its Red Rum To any of these hoes that come Stand next to me and look like bums, they make pennies And all I do is stack the paper Just in case I run into some complications Im set for life, never in debt And you frustrated when I get all the niggas attention You fall off Guess you was born to make the coffee for us Writing bitches with a higher position Da Brat talk niggas listen Go get a nine to five Cause you cant keep up with the shit I cook up I cant help it if youre nigga wanna hook up Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me Like he really wanna drop ya bad Cause Im the shit and I know you mad But I dont give a fuck, you Got some dough but your paper aint as long as mine And ya really wanna stop me bad But fix your face bitch Im here to stay And I dont give a fuck, you And Imma make sure that my niggas lookin Tell you broads to calm down there aint no competition Im flawless as the rocks on my left pinky And I love it when yall wanna get at me And make me think my shit dont stink Evidently you aint satisfied at home She aint got no style of her own No body of her own Not roaming in the V12 You turned on because I bought it myself What other bitch do you know like this' Thats tight as a hot curl Known to rock worlds Once Im spotted you will probably drop your girl My intimidation to niggas is challenging to em He fiending to get in my Vickys Secrets And underneath my Girbaud and my boxer shorts I rock ice burg sports and Da Brat prints of all sorts Interesting to you cause I got some dough You thinkin if you and me get together Youll never go broke Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me Like he really wanna drop ya bad Cause Im the shit and I know you mad But I dont give a fuck, you Got some dough but your paper aint as long as mine And ya really wanna stop me bad But fix your face bitch Im here to stay And I dont give a fuck, you Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me Like he really wanna drop ya bad Cause Im the shit and I know you mad But I dont give a fuck, you Got some dough but your paper aint as long as mine And ya really wanna stop me bad But fix your face bitch Im here to stay And I dont give a fuck, you [ Fuck You Lyrics ]
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