Текст песни Fuck 'Em - Rick Ross , 2 Chainz
C-note
after
c-note,
put
the
remix
on
my
kilo
Thought
I
wouldn′t
make
it,
now
I'm
winning
- Timothy
Tebow
Fourth
quarter,
I′m
back;
fourth
quarter,
in
fact
Fourth
quarter,
that
sack;
Fourth
Ward
in
all
black
I
said
boss
and
I
meant
that;
advance,
you
spent
that
Corvette
so
clean
you'll
think
Bruce
Springsteen
rid
that
Cars
just
like
sneakers,
just
got
me
ten
pair
Dubai,
I
been
there
- but
fuck
that,
we
in
here
Roll
up
and
inhale,
I
live
next
to
Denzel
Alonzo,
my
condo
cost
three
mil',
this
shit
real
IPhone
and
iPad,
Air
Max,
and
my
gat
Left
hand
got
ten
bands;
back
pocket,
four
stacks
All
I
need
is
bad
hoes,
all
these
niggas
gon′
rat
Half
these
niggas
working
now,
they
knocked
it
down,
they′re
going
back
All
I
need
is
Benzos,
squatting
on
Lorenzos
Stack
my
money
tenfold,
make
this
my
new
ten-four
Fuck
em,
fuck
em,
I'm
screaming
fuck
em
Fuck
em,
fuck
em,
I′m
screaming
fuck
em
Fuck
all
you
haters
Watch
me
fuck
all
these
bitches
I
got
eight
different
Rollies
And
they
all
mint
condition
I'm
screaming
fuck
em,
fuck
em,
I′m
screaming
fuck
em
Fuck
em,
fuck
em,
I'm
screaming
fuck
em
I
got
five
different
Benzes
This
is
my
deposition
I′m
screaming,
"Fuck
every
witness"
Cause
bitch,
I'm
big
business
I'm
screaming
fuck
em
′Migo
hit
my
boost,
′migo
hit
my
boost
What
you
know
about
walking
in
the
Gucci
store
and
they
salute?
Chain
cost
a
coupe,
coupe
cost
a
crib
Riding
with
the
chopper,
like
it's
my
friend
This
for
real
niggas
only,
I
still
bet
with
Kobe
Got
a
sign
in
my
garage
that
say,
"Foreign
only"
Forces
pouring,
on
mixtapes
I′m
touring
See
my
shit
that
fire
shit,
and
yo'
shit
boring
I′m
chain
smoking
loud
like
it's
a
Newport
Dad
wasn′t
around
- my
father
figure
was
Too
Short
New
Porsche
deuced
up,
two
cups
got
juice
in
it
Two
forks,
two
pots,
I
could
whip
it
both-handed
My
girl
is
bow-legged,
just
do
it
like
Bo
Jackson
Every
beat
I'm
toe-tagging,
charm
big
as
a
Volkswagon
Money
got
me
sagging,
it
really
doesn't
matter
I
run
circles
round
these
niggas′
world
like
Saturn
Black
Foamposites,
it′s
like
we
on
that
mobbing
shit
Riding
five
deep
and
I'm
as
dirty
as
them
congressmen
Sixty-two,
without
no
tint;
missing
roof
on
my
new
shit
Ironic
since
my
drive
increased,
my
driver
see
the
profit
Yeah,
work,
fuck
you
niggas,
pay
me
though
Smoke
that
Mark
McGwire
strong,
Oakland
ain′t
no
basic
smoke
Shout-out
to
your
lady,
a.k.a.
MMG
favorite
ho
Tell
that
ass
the
way
to
go
before
I
show
her
where
to
go
No
Canseco,
and
I'm
switching
lanes
at
one
six
oh
A
nigga
trees
fine
- a
police
siren!
Woop
woop
- nah,
that′s
just
Diplo
And
you
cute,
shorty;
let's
get
low
On
the
low,
I′m
a
talk
that
jazz
Jungle
fever
for
the
night
Horny
or
white,
that's
Anglo-Sax
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1 Snitches Aint
2 Get It Back
3 Oh Well
4 Pussy
5 Stunt
6 True Religion Shawty
7 Murder (feat. Kreayshawn)
8 Make It Work
9 Whole Thang
10 Gettin 2 It
11 Fuck 'Em
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