Lil Wayne - F*ck You Lyrics

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Who that? Weezy, bitch, uh-huh
Like Sigel, you f*cking with the young don, people
Plus I'm trying to make a son, he gon' be the sequel
Motherf*ckers better be peaceful, fo' sheezle
I get sums in lumps, like measles
My dough sick, on occasions I catch seizures
I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you
And for that cheddar, hungry niggas'll eat you
We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes
Bitches yell, "I wanna do those guys"
Ain't that cold, you know shit f*cked up when you got banked at fo'
I'm 19 and I got banked at O
That's the Bentley, ma, that ain't that Rolls
But the price on that motherf*cker ain't that low
Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo'
If your f*cking with the dude
Big shout from Cash Money Records, f*ck Yyou

F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
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F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you

Chains, nines, guns that's us
The slogan is "we will bust"
The rules are this our size
Cross it, young nigga, and you will die (goodnight)
Pumps, ride guns, even twenty-fives
Cash Money got this, don't even try it
Stay where you from, don't bring no static
If not, then semi-automatic
This is the payback, pussy bitch, stay back
F*ck you, yo' mama, yo' daddy and where you lay at
What's beef? Beef is when you f*ck with us
Guaranteed to leave yo' ass up under the bus
There's no one quicker, than a hot boy, nigga
That'll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger
There's no one keener, with the chrome Sarafina
Murder ain't nothing but a misdemeanor

F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you (fo' sho', nigga)
F*ck you

I'm gon' ride 'round my city and stunt my shit
If a nigga don't like it, they can suck my dick
I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari
Lambo' with no top, I'm gon' ride tomorrow
I f*ck with cutlass, regals, and rams V-12
Gotta have something fast just to get out them jams
Got a big ass crib with a flow lil' f*ck
Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up
Got a house built, look like a Mercedes booth
Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room
Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall
Jaguar floors and f*ck all y'all
BMW lights, projectors to watch fights
Cadillac Benz, white fox for threads
Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain't that crazy
I don't give a f*ck, homie, that's how I play it
Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs
In the fridge, it's quarters to replace the eggs
From me, Fresh, and Weezy, f*ck what they said
I'm Cash Money stunna nigga and that's how I play it

F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, nigga, motherf*ck you
F*ck you