Fuck 'Em
Waka Flocka Flame, Rich Homie Quan, T-Pain, Young Cash
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And I put that on MJ, (MJ) I'm bad (I'm bad) They hatin', (They hatin') they mad (They mad) On my momma, (On my momma) on me (On me) They hatin', (They hatin') they got beef (Hey, hey, hey) All I say is F*ck 'em (F*ck these niggas, and f*ck these bitches) F*ck 'em (F*ck these niggas, and f*ck these bitches) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) I put that on everything, on my clique Let me get a couple drinks in my system I go put it down on your bitch Oh man, I've been putting on for my niggas, and I let 'em put her on Brand new whip with some petal and some metal they can put they footer on How y'all niggas gon' act when I pull up in that Maybach With a fucking chauffeur in the front and a view with bitches in the back And they all want me to, (Touch 'em, touch 'em) And later on I'm gon', (F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em) I know y'all niggas don't like me, tough titty for you broke hoes Say them niggas wanna fight me, they gon' leave the club with a broke nose Y'all keep me going, y'all keep me great So I'ma do me and haters gon' hate And I put that on MJ, (MJ) I'm bad (I'm bad) They hatin', (They hatin') they mad (They mad) On my momma, (On my momma) on me (On me) They hatin', (They hatin') they got beef (Hey, hey, hey) All I say is F*ck 'em (F*ck these niggas, and f*ck these bitches) F*ck 'em (F*ck these niggas, and f*ck these bitches) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) I pulled up in the drop head I don't think that they really want it Drunk an eighth then I drop dead I don't think that they know I'm on it The red light I got stopped there I could tell 12 by only Showed 'em my paper like "Go nigga", you got the wrong nigga but On my momma, and on my dad I like commas, I don't like dashes Put that on MJ, I know I'm bad I'm talking bout' Jordan, ain't talking bout' Jackson And I put that on MJ, (MJ) I'm bad (I'm bad) They hatin', (They hatin') they mad (They mad) On my momma, (On my momma) on me (On me) They hatin', (They hatin') they got beef (Hey, hey, hey) All I say is F*ck 'em (F*ck these niggas, and f*ck these bitches) F*ck 'em (F*ck these niggas, and f*ck these bitches) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) All this money but you ain't go do nothing All that talking but you ain't go do nothing Pulling out guns but you ain't shoot nothing, nothing Shit, partner protecting me, money ain't nothing On Slim Dunkin' I ain't playing with you niggas, Can't sprang at you niggas, can't stop till' the whole world feel us Ya feel us, BSM we the real good billas' He talk a lot of much, that boy just jealous He don't want no war, ain't no niggas knocking at your front door In the club, hoodies, goons on the dance floor Think I'm playing, I call a hundred more (More, more) Racks, f*ck ones long as money stack Been on tour six months, I'm back Lost weight but my pocket still fat And I put that on MJ, (MJ) I'm bad (I'm bad) They hatin', (They hatin') they mad (They mad) On my momma, (On my momma) on me (On me) They hatin', (They hatin') they got beef (Hey, hey, hey) All I say is F*ck 'em (F*ck these niggas, and f*ck these bitches) F*ck 'em (F*ck these niggas, and f*ck these bitches) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) Niggas just be talkin' cause they got lips When I put up them choppers niggas get flipped Hit 'em in the head, stomach, then I reload my clip I dunno what y'all done heard But Young Cash ain't one to play with Just ask these niggas in the streets Who had failure to make payments? Matter fact, they swimmin' with the fishes I'ma shark just swimmin' with the bitches And I got your girl with my hand on her ass if I'm coming downtown watching Netflix Young Cash, I'm a real G (Niggas see it in my eyes) You tried nigga but everybody gon' see (That you ain't bout' that life) I'm the best in the game, so everybody know that (I'm a smooth criminal) And we can come to my trap, they got about nine, it's a quarter key minimum On my momma, on my children On this hood, on this verse You try me I'll put your face up on a shirt And I put that on MJ, (MJ) I'm bad (I'm bad) They hatin', (They hatin') they mad (They mad) On my momma, (On my momma) on me (On me) They hatin', (They hatin') they got beef (Hey, hey, hey) All I say is F*ck 'em (F*ck these niggas, and f*ck these bitches) F*ck 'em (F*ck these niggas, and f*ck these bitches) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it) F*ck 'em (They don't really want it)
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Written by: Faheem Najm, Kevin Michael Erondu
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