เพลง Fuck You (Explicit)

F*** You - L.O.X.

Written by：Styles/Kaseem Dean/Sean Jacobs/Jason Phillips/Darrin Dean

Sh*t

Feel this

If you hoped we wouldn't make it f**k you f**k you

Talk with a heart full of hatred f**k you f**k you

And you said we wouldn't cake it f**k you f**k you

Only my man blood is sacred cocksucker f**k you

If you hoped we wouldn't make it f**k you

Talk with a heart full of hatred f**k you f**k you

And you said we wouldn't cake it f**k you f**k you

Only my man blood is sacred cocksucker f**k you

Yo everybody's a snake

That's why I try to keep the grass cut

So I can see 'em when they coming

Then I heat they a** up

Cause them niggas that you went to school with

Will catch you while you in your new whip

And turn your brains into Cool Whip

Niggas that you running round getting a** with

Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket

Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much

And how I'm such a young ni**a that seem to know so much

While you was running round pumping for niggas

I was listening

And you still pumping for niggas

I'm coming through visiting

You heard LOX came through in a yellow lex

And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks

And you liable to see me Dolo icing the Rolo

Burner under the Polo alot of y'all is homos

Funny style niggas never down with me

Type that go to the bathroom sit down and pee

I'll empty your house back of your cribs smacking your kids

Bullets going through your leather cracking your ribs

Don't even hit me on the hip if I ain't give you a code

And I ain't got a home phone number I live on the road

Now I'm getting bigger checks conference calls with bigger 'xecs

Bigger bracelets with bigger baguettes

F**k y'all

All I do is get high and think of fading you all

Motherf**kers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the lord

I'd rather die today than live tomorrow

Then watch you crab motherf**kers just steal and borrow

Put in my work you might get put in a church

Funeral time everybody kissing the corpse

Learn the ropes don't riff if you soft you pissing me off

Call me S.P. and I spit on your boss

You can die cause this sh*t might happen to me

But I'mma still happen to be packing the 3

F**k with b**ches that be wrapping the keys

And the niggas that bug over drug money clapping the D

Shoot in the breeze 9 in the boot full of trees

1 in the morning catch me with a gun on the corner

Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna

I understand f**k it dog die in the can

I say you p**sy you won't die for your right hand man

As well as your left niggas trade felon for death

They touch you only thing I can say is f**k you

Hardcore all my niggas is homicide

What you know about getting shot letting the drip dry

Letting the spit fly seeing sparks whiz by

Putting a mash on niggas like Klinger and Horgi

So soft you smushy I blast 'til your sh*t is gushy

Should be the head cat in the Broadway play you p**sy

F**k with Sheek Ouija board spell death

You can talk that beef sh*t I hope that deep sh*t

Be as deep as you inside the f**king cement

Or you can deep sea dive with no scuba gear

I'll drown you with your snorkel on b**ch breathe out of there

Whole team rich never seen a summer like this

Baking hot and you can sled ride down my wrist neck and hand

When it comes to coke I can make a snowman sh*t

Play in this sh*t make a angel with it

And I don't give a f**k about that 380 that y'all share

Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year

When I bust I use snubs denim flee in the spot

The hand I write with need a oven glove my sh*t so hot

I want the most Roley only work when it's next to my post

F**k a present gimme a yacht master regular bezzy

Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block

You got a gut feeling about sh*t ni**a that means you shot what

If you hoped we wouldn't make it f**k you

Talk with a heart full of hatred f**k you

And you said we wouldn't cake it f**k you

Only my man's blood is sacred cocksucker f**k you

I'll tell you in your face f**k you

Pull it off my waist hit you up f**k you

And watch you die on the street f**k you

Whoever feel sad at the funeral f**k them too