Songtext zu 'Fuck You' von Gangsta Boo

[intro - gangsta boo]
Yeah, yall know what time it is nigga
Im bringin a lot of shit today
Im bringin m-child
Im bringin two for ya
Im also bringin the pain nigga
cause when I come, Im comin for you
So you better ask some-mothafuckin-body
For the 9-8, until 2 gs nigga
Im takin over
You understand this type of shit
Three 6 mafia, hypnotize, prophet posse
Fuck you bitch!

(m-child)
1 - when we high off that green and gin
Aint no tellin what well do
You got some ani with the crew?
(fuck you! fuck you!)
With that heat we be bussin
Conversation no discussion
Hollow points they comin straight at you!
(fuck you! fuck you!)

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[gangsta boo]
Bustin bitches daily, maybe its the herb in me
I wanna see what you hidden for, shake em and see
Time to steal, time to kill, time to get real, and wassup
Im just a beefin in the club, tear that fuckin bitch up
Im in the corner round some smoke, smokin fine ass weed
Freakin like vanessa del rio, wont you take you a peak
Mob, it was me, bringin shit to the door
I be the lady unabomber, bombin bitches and mo
So time to go toe to toe, with a bitch that be rockin
Aint nothin stoppin prophet posse til your body be droppin
You fuckin bitch, spittin rhythms in your rhyme like a joke
Im gonna tote you like a 90 when Im pullin that dope
I know youre hopin that Ill fall to my face, but I aint
My shoes are stuck to the ground when I walk out on bank
Another fuckin lp dropped like its some rice
We be straight like 9:15, bitch, fuck your spot
Nigga!

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(m-child)
Let cha let cha mind explode
With these lyrics I control
Just a peak to let you see
How m-child do it in flip mode
Now Im baddest on a level
Find a new way to be paid
Aint gon burn or slice or beat em down
With bats and prophet dank
Yellin thangs, Im comin up
And niggas want your life to live
Pack that steel if you real
But you better shoot to kill
All that flossin aint gon do
Bring a gun without the clip
And for the rest of your life
Youll be walkin around with a half-ass limp
Read my lips, dont fuck with us
Because we dangerous
And when we on that good stuff
Like a junkie, we be anxious
To get up in yo shit
And take your life with all quickness
A orange mound playa that be strictly bout his business
Watch out, nigga
Dont give a fuck, nigga
Walk on top of water
We some mean ass niggas
Prophet til I fry
So fuck with me, you cant avoid
Plus the first time you slip
You goin bungee jumpin without the cord, bitch!!!

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(koopsta knicca)
Coulda been a friend, seemed to busy pimpin
Gettin upon the skin
I had no team, 34 hancock
Puttin them cuts upon these men
Again its on, dont be phony
Tellin these hoes that I love em
You think youre tough fool
Look at your ? , hey, they groupies
Nigga, dont give a fuck
Wanna know bout better things
That fool is gonna be ?
Raisin doja, what I saw is me
I best get the motha-fucka off
B-b-ba-da-boom, pa-ta-pa-ta-pow
Loadin got me goin down
Swear Im trippin
fore I come up, just-a left a fuckin cal
On the ground with the 40
Hell, and me criticizing, no
Ho, I never sold no dope
Oh shit, then shoot me cuz Im ?
Some of them charges, said the sergeant
You been wanted for the longest, on the street, they call you creep
Nah, nigga, my name is ? ?
Well, if youre wanted
Then Im gonna give you something to collect
Man, you can take that mothafuckin gat
And stick that heat up your ass
Nine in my ? , got the 5 ? ? ?
3 with the tag around my throat, gotta let me go

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[prophet posse]
2 - hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...
Fuck you, fuck you

Repeat 2 to fade