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lirik lagu fuck you freestyle – ohgeesy

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[verse 1: jeeezy]
i just wanna f*ck bad b*tches
for all the times i never had b*tches
matter of fact, i always had b*tches
remember i ain’t had no bread, but now that bag different
told her, “pull up with some friends, don’t bring no fat b*tches”
left a hundred thousand around my brothers, ain’t no stack missin’
make sure that jimmy extra tight, they tryna trap n*ggas
told her, “pull up to the stu'”, she let me hit it
then 03 hit it
d*mn, b*tches

[verse 2: 03 greedo]
i just wanna f*ck you
can’t be kissin’ and huggin’ or you live with your husband, i’ma f*ck you
i’m a n*gga with drugs
and f*ck with me, you know a n*gga use a knife
it’s on you to hit the dm
wanna shoot him from the gang, go shoot a n*gga when they see him
pop a pill, get your roll on, dj like seeing me
birdman, they really had the keys in the street
put your baby mama on all fours ’cause i’m toxic
f*ck all of ’em bbl hoes, need a goth b*tch
greedy on that fashion, but he still be down to pop sh*t
fenix pulled up on me, on my shawty at a opp, b*tch
[verse 3: fenix flexin]
you got the number, it’s on you to make the call
you know that i pull up and get to beating down your walls
lil’ baby, why you playing with him?
you know, he can’t take it
we was laughing at they homie when he didn’t make it
and you know your n*gga know that your p*ssy been tampered with
we pulled up with that, yeah*yeah, and they ran from it
but brodie tried to pull it first, i’m like, “it’s cool, i can handle it”
i can’t stand a b*tch who always tryna f*ck up my plans and sh*t
yeah, he panickin’
he know that b*tch a goner
yeah, it’s over with it
f*ck her once and let her go, he can hold the b*tch
i don’t know why they playin’
like i won’t up and blow this b*tch
ohgeesy got my twelve, i keep bl!cky and brodie six

[verse 4: wallie the sensei]
i’m in this b*tch, i feel like mlk
last night i had a dream i f*cked beyonce
i f*ck with this beat, shoutout to andre
and when i woke up, i was laying next to lisa ray
yeah, i get so loaded sometimes
i don’t remember sh*t like i should
they just told me i had making good rolling blunts in the hood
i like the way she rode the wood, so i went and gave her some wood
i had a condom in my pocket, but i still hit it raw
you think i want a baby with that b*tch? h*ll nah
h*ll nah, you must not heard b*tch, please
if i had a wife, it’ll have to be alicia keys
[verse 5: gudda brvckin]
i’m in la, you know i got that bl!ck’ on me
walk up in this b*tch mean mugging a real rich homie
waiting for a n*gga to say something so we could get homie
used to have a fully auto’s, now we got the switch on him
i know why n*ggas hate me so much
i’m from la, it get easty, i don’t say too much
a food stamp baby, “mama, i ain’t had no lunch”
i give a f*ck about a b*tch if she ain’t bringing me funds
the real west back, you can’t spell it without the f*cking es
too for real like i’m [?], n*ggas know i’m with the bs
and she next
no, i’m like a n*gga, that’s my ps
i’m waiting for a n*gga to play with my top, then his trash

[verse 6: kalan.frfr]
she tryna tell me what she wanna do, yeah
she’s tryna see if i’m gon’ keep it real, b*tch, i’m the truth, ayy
she know she got a hoe up on the first night or she through
and if i tell her get her friend involved, she gon’ do it, yeah
she gon’ prove it
smokin’ exclusive, trees blowin’ in the light breeze, you goin’ stupid
she said, “the head goin’ make you like me”, now we into it
50,000 on the ap, my jewels stupid
chuck [?] on the neck piece, my move stupid
get chuck cheese out of rap, b*tch, my trap boomin’
break dumb backs and pull on dumb weed, put hoes through it
singin’ to these hoes get too easy, it’s dumb ruthless, yeah
back to the head got me dead, it felt so toothless, yeah
n*ggas always talk ’bout the gym, don’t do no hoopin’
n*ggas always talk like they lillard, do no shootin’
can’t put all your faith in these b*tches, these hoes choosin’
these hoes cruel
[verse 7: ohgeesy]
i just wanna bust in you
b*tch, i’m talkin’ no rubbers, but we ain’t no lovers
who f*ckin’ you?
the way i do with my brothers, we just flip ’em, don’t love it
b*tch, you stay from the gutter
yeah, you heard, i ain’t stutter
selling white in that b*tter
in the cut with a cutter
chop a chopper from russia
i put that on my mother
b*tch, i ain’t like no other
inside peanut b*tter
ayy, i push start the whip, i got no keys for the ignition
i got a lot of hoes and i be proud of all my b*tches
they’re cooking and cleaning, and they working on their fitness
and suck a n*gga dry ’til i’m done, the menace
i’m like dennis the menace, i got racks like tennis
in the mouth like a dentist
know my whips ain’t rented
all the windows, they tinted
you don’t get it, i get it
i get the work and i send it
you can start it, i end it
get the money and spend it
one hundred thou’ for the penny
broke n*ggas offended
i ain’t never pretended
all of my clips is extended
no smudge and no blemish
long live my n*gga spanto from the westside of venice, d*mn

[outro]
shh, godd*mn
last time i was in motherf*ckin’ la, i was with my n*gga obama
and i seen the same b*tch
that was the one n*gga greedo video in seattle (word?)
and we’ll make that sh*t even more f*cked up
i seen the b*tch in seattle
that was in my n*gga ohgeesy video, two days before that (on god?)
d*mn, everywhere i go, everywhere i look, i see the same b*tch (d*mn)
sh*t, i’m still gon’ hit (ha, shh)
g’s a fool, g’s a fool

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