lirik lagu yo gotti - f-u (fuck you)
[hook]
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you (tell a hater i said)
f-ck you, f-ck you (p-ssy)
f-ck you, f-ck you (tell your b-tch i said)
[verse 1: yo gotti]
me
-ss up, face down
one night only, i’m from out of town
pound, new rules we ain’t waiting on it
and if that p-ssy good we spend a cake on it
plane ticket, hotel, new bag, new chanel
giuseppe sneakers, his and hers
if you a hater i just got two words
[hook]
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you (tell a hater i said)
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you (and tell your b-tch i said)
[verse 2: yo gotti]
you, and the b-tches that you came with
all in my section drinking my sh-t
you ain’t f-cking, you ain’t sucking what you doing ho?
instagram and taking pictures, but you don’t know me though
d-mn, she said that she a fan
yea i understand, but i want to get in her pants
cause she thick as f-ck and she sticking her tongue out
she said she don’t f-ck with rappers
and i’m like what you talking about b-tch?
[hook]
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you (i got two words for you)
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you (tell a hater i said)
[verse 3: meek mill]
oh, i said f-ck ‘em
i don’t like ’em, i don’t love ’em
when the money come
homies turn to haters, i don’t trust ’em
if the brick ain’t coming with a stamp, i don’t touch it
i want that bmf with the scorpio when i’m bustin’
like a b-tch when she twerkin’, y’all n-ggas workin’
clown -ss n-ggas, we should put you in the circus
in the cage with the lion, let him have you for dessert
and testifying on your homie, took a deal, but was it worth it n-gga?
i met this b-tch, she said “my friend, she want to f-ck you”
i like your friend, but really though, i wanna f-ck you
and if i get my roadie though, he gotta to f-ck too
now put your middle fingers up and scream
[verse 4: yo gotti]
haters, n-gga mad at the paper
big crib, ten cars, twenty acres
twenty chains, ten watches, i’m a jewler
lil’ watch with the jest, don’t let it fool you
i could school you on how to look like money
hustler of the year, could write a book ‘bout money
don’t pop them bottles tryna impress them hoes
with your re-up money better tell them hoes, b-tch
[hook]
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you (tell a b-tch i said)
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you (tell a hater i said)
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