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Da Brat - "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
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