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Benjamin Grant - Fuck You Lyrics



Benjamin Grant - Fuck You Lyrics
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F*ck you
And that hating bitch too (Yup)
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew (All y'all)
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through (Your mom)
Middle fingers in the air scream f*ck you
The motive is money
Momma ain't raise a dummy (Uh uh)
Fresh to death slim chance that you catch me bummy
Pistol by the tummy posted with a honey
Alcohol and hard dick is all she get from me
Ain't nothing funny
Rain snow sleet sunny
Hoodie on fitted low nose runny
Some like it solid some like it crumby
You want fire for the low come get it from me (I got it)
Over here we put in work overtime (All the time)
O's half's Eighth's Twenty's even dimes (We got all of it)
A k's mac elevens (Stay strapped) baby nines
Twenty four seven you can get it anytime (Uh huh)
First come first served form a line
You say the block is yours but the world is mine
Any city any state I'll commit a crime
Cause my lawyer turn a homicide to a fine
F*ck you
And that hating bitch too
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through
Middle fingers in the air scream
F*ck you (Uh huh)
And that hating bitch too (Right)
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew (Your moms)
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through (Whew)
Middle fingers in the air scream f*ck you
I don't chase hoes (Uh uh) I focus on the cream
And I still hand to hand all my feens (I got it)
Roll dolo even though I got a team
Break it all down and bag it up triple beam
Step on the scene (Whew) pocket full of green (Whew)
Fitted on lean I'm the American dream
It's obscene how I started as a teen
With twelve twelve skinnies stuffed in designer jeans (Uh)
Nickle plated nine with the red beam (Uh)
Selling whatever accumulating cream (Uh)
My record dirty but my outfit so clean
Flow slow and steady something like a stream
My dime rocks the size of jelly beans (I got it)
Seven for fifty or Two for Fifteen (I got it)
I'm so keen co-signed by the dean
Knocking competition out the box I'm so mean (Don't be mean)
F*ck you (Right)
And that hating bitch too
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through (Your moms)
Middle fingers in the air scream
F*ck you (Right)
And that hating bitch too
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew (All yall niggz)
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through
Middle fingers in the air scream f*ck you
I can and I will
Take a grand make it a mill
Shit is surreal
I don't even want me a deal
Honor and will
Got a nigga feeling so ill
Play with bitties and their titi's while I organize bills (All this cake)
Plastic or steel
My weapon's concealed
Ready to kill
Homie I'm just keeping it real
Never a squeal
Rather beat the case on appeal (Right)
Cause my thirty eight snub spin more than my wheel (Sheesh)
I'm full of zeal
Your doctor won't heal (Uh uh)
Momma pray and kneel
You survive the ordeal (My baby)
Till they reveal my bullets ideal
Chest face arm leg nigga how it feel
My weed orange purple teal
I throw coke in the water like a seal (Whip it)
Keep it stashed in a vacuum seal
My A k hold a hundred rounds
Shit is real
F*ck you
And that hating bitch too
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through
Middle fingers in the air scream
F*ck you (Uh huh)
And that hating bitch too (Right)
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew (All y'all niggz)
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through (Your moms)
Middle fingers in the air scream f*ck you
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F*ck you
And that hating bitch too (Yup)
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew (All y'all)
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through (Your mom)
Middle fingers in the air scream f*ck you
The motive is money
Momma ain't raise a dummy (Uh uh)
Fresh to death slim chance that you catch me bummy
Pistol by the tummy posted with a honey
Alcohol and hard dick is all she get from me
Ain't nothing funny
Rain snow sleet sunny
Hoodie on fitted low nose runny
Some like it solid some like it crumby
You want fire for the low come get it from me (I got it)
Over here we put in work overtime (All the time)
O's half's Eighth's Twenty's even dimes (We got all of it)
A k's mac elevens (Stay strapped) baby nines
Twenty four seven you can get it anytime (Uh huh)
First come first served form a line
You say the block is yours but the world is mine
Any city any state I'll commit a crime
Cause my lawyer turn a homicide to a fine
F*ck you
And that hating bitch too
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through
Middle fingers in the air scream
F*ck you (Uh huh)
And that hating bitch too (Right)
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew (Your moms)
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through (Whew)
Middle fingers in the air scream f*ck you
I don't chase hoes (Uh uh) I focus on the cream
And I still hand to hand all my feens (I got it)
Roll dolo even though I got a team
Break it all down and bag it up triple beam
Step on the scene (Whew) pocket full of green (Whew)
Fitted on lean I'm the American dream
It's obscene how I started as a teen
With twelve twelve skinnies stuffed in designer jeans (Uh)
Nickle plated nine with the red beam (Uh)
Selling whatever accumulating cream (Uh)
My record dirty but my outfit so clean
Flow slow and steady something like a stream
My dime rocks the size of jelly beans (I got it)
Seven for fifty or Two for Fifteen (I got it)
I'm so keen co-signed by the dean
Knocking competition out the box I'm so mean (Don't be mean)
F*ck you (Right)
And that hating bitch too
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through (Your moms)
Middle fingers in the air scream
F*ck you (Right)
And that hating bitch too
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew (All yall niggz)
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through
Middle fingers in the air scream f*ck you
I can and I will
Take a grand make it a mill
Shit is surreal
I don't even want me a deal
Honor and will
Got a nigga feeling so ill
Play with bitties and their titi's while I organize bills (All this cake)
Plastic or steel
My weapon's concealed
Ready to kill
Homie I'm just keeping it real
Never a squeal
Rather beat the case on appeal (Right)
Cause my thirty eight snub spin more than my wheel (Sheesh)
I'm full of zeal
Your doctor won't heal (Uh uh)
Momma pray and kneel
You survive the ordeal (My baby)
Till they reveal my bullets ideal
Chest face arm leg nigga how it feel
My weed orange purple teal
I throw coke in the water like a seal (Whip it)
Keep it stashed in a vacuum seal
My A k hold a hundred rounds
Shit is real
F*ck you
And that hating bitch too
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through
Middle fingers in the air scream
F*ck you (Uh huh)
And that hating bitch too (Right)
Matter fact f*ck your whole crew (All y'all niggz)
F*ck the pussy hole that you came through (Your moms)
Middle fingers in the air scream f*ck you
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Writer: Gregory Cambry
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Language: English
Length: 3:46
Written by: Gregory Cambry
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