Lil Wayne - Fuck You Lyrics

Who that, Weezy Bitch
Like Sigel, you f*ckin' with the young don, people
Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel
Muh'f*ckas 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 muthaf*cka ain't that low
Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo'
If your f*ckin' with the dude
Bitch I'm from Cash Money Records, f*ck you

F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you

Chains, knives, guns that's us
The slogan is "we will bust"
The rules are, this our side
Cross it young nigga and you will die
Pumps, riot guns, even 25's
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 nuthin' but a misdemeanor

F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*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
F*ck a Cutlass, Regals, and Rams V-12
Gotta have somethin' 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
Skitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall
Jaguar floors and f*ck all y'all
BMW lights, projectors to watch fights
Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads
Chin cheddar for dry tower, ain't that crazy?
I don't give a f*ck homie, that's how I play it
Red fridge 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 say
I'm Cash Money stunna, nigga and that's how I play it

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F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you nigga, muthaf*ck you, f*ck you