Текст песни F**k You (feat. YG) - YG , Jeezy

Fuck it
I done seen it all with these two eyes
Hoes dogs like blue eyes, I mean blue nose
Who she fucking on who knows
Baby mamas I don′t do those
Condoms got to use those
Cause they be acting like pinche putos
You a bitch nigga and you know you a bitch
When you get told by a bitch nigga
These a thousand dollar pair of shoes
And you gone step on em, nigga Fuck You!
Everytime my bitch come around you
Try to talk her on the low how could I trust you
Ok, niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain′t loyal
Bad like milk niggas will spoil
Picture me rollin like 2Pac
Off two pills I popped, nigga Fuck You!
These a thousand dollar pair of shoes
And you gone step on em, nigga Fuck You!
They keep bringing bottles to my tables
I see you niggas hating, nigga Fuck You!
I think they mad cause I'm in my zone
Plus I got that rollie on, nigga Fuck You!
I got a hundred bitches at my table
I see you niggas hating, nigga Fuck You!
Think I ain't with the shit, Know you got me fucked up
Don′t be coming at me wrong, That′ll get you fucked up
True to the game don't judge a book by it′s cover
And don't you ever, never, ever mistake a G for a sucker
Nigga fuck you and everybody who like your bitch ass
Send them through in the chevy DT snipe your bitch ass
From the back of the back in the? got damn
Go dougie on the pussy, thats right killa cam
Niggas don′t run shit but their motherfucking mouth
If I had a dollar for the hate I'd buy a billion dollar house
Got that .40 on deck keep it with me like a spouse
I don′t even mind smoke a nigga like a house
5 in the morning going hard in the kitchen
T doing three my god niggas snitchin'
I'm a speak my mind yeah you know how I do
So really bitch nigga Fuck You!
These a thousand dollar pair of shoes
And you gone step on em, nigga Fuck You!
They keep bringing bottles to my tables
I see you niggas hating, nigga Fuck You!
I think they mad cause I′m in my zone
Plus I got that rollie on, nigga Fuck You!
I got a hundred bitches at my table
I see you niggas hating, nigga Fuck You!
Fuck you
Giuseppe with them straight legs
And them Ray Bands I see you niggas hating
I know you niggas plotting
But I ain′t even tripping
Cause I know my niggas popping
The club or the mall it don't matter I′m a cash out
On my GPS all I see is cash routes
In the whip don't make me pop the stash out
I cock back like nigga Fuck You!