D-Eazy - Phuk U Lyrics

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Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit
Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit
Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit
Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit

Hey mister officer, police man Mr. Cop
Mister beat a nigga down on a routine stop
Mister lock a nigga down and let him rot
Ain't no love for the bade on the block (all my niggaz screamin' f*ck you)
Both middle fingers up
Mister rough a nigga up while you got 'em in the cuffs
Nigga, I guess the badge make you tough
And McGruff brings the dogg out a pig, nigga what? (I'm saying f*ck you)
At the top of my lungs
When I see a punk pig man it's hard to hold my tongue
You act hard with your batons and your guns
Talkin' bout (Don't get smart with me son) (What nigga? f*ck you)
You love to throw us in the jail
Love to see us in the court struggling to make bail
You pigs love to make our lives a living hell
You can hit me with an L in a cell and I'll still be screaming....

Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit
Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit
Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit
Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit

Hey misses' high maintenance conceited ass bitch
With manicured toes and silicone tits
Kanye gold digging ass chick
Got your nose up thinking you're the shit (Nah bitch, f*ck you)
Miss eyes on the prize
Bank account killa, miss leave a nigga dry
You gotta know what kind of car a nigga drive
Before you think about f*ckin' with a guy (Huh bitch? f*ck you)
Miss show a nigga ass
High class hooker, f*ck for the cash
You've got a thang for a Louie V bag
And a sucker that'll put it on his tab (am I right baby, f*ck you)
You think you all that
Girl you on your own shit, baby what you call that? Stuck up
You ain't real you a mall rat
Girl you get no love all you get is 2 middle fingers and a......

Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit
Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit
Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit
Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit

You can keep on hating on me mister hater
Mister shit talker, Degrader
No game mister front on a player
Hate on a pimp mister hate a paper chaser (F*ck you)
Mister can't stand shit
Mister I don't give a f*ck how large a nigga gets
It makes you mad that a nigga got chips
Face long nigga acting like a bitch (Huh nigga? F*ck You)
Mister I don't give props
Mister I don't show love and that ain't ever gunna stop
You hate to see a nigga climb to the top
But you love to see a muthaf*cka flop (ain't I right nigga, f*ck you)
Mister hate on the hoes
Hate on the game nigga hate on the dough
Shit, nigga hate on the flow
You can hate till a muthaf*cka blow (And you know it's still........)

Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit
Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit
Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit
Phuk you, Nigga you ain't shit
Phuk you, bitch you ain't shit

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I said F*ck You