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fxck em - a-dot taylor lyrics

[intro a*dot taylor]

i’m talking to you!
yea i’m talking to you, b*tch!
yea! b*tch i’m talking to you. b*tch i’m talking to you
yea i’m talking to you, b*tch!
yea! b*tch i’m talking to you. yea i’m talking to you
aye b*tch i’m talking to you, b*tch!
aye b*tch i’m talking to you! (it’s a!)
yea b*tch i’m talking to you! (it’s a!)
aye b*tch i’m talking to you! (it’s a*dot!)

[verse one: a*dot taylor]

man f*ck these n*ggas with two d*cks (f*ck em), don’t give two f*cks who you is (nah)
i’m a young god you n*ggas judas, i’ll leave you crucified at the pulpit (hallelujah)
if you cross me like two sticks (what?), it’ll be redrum like kubrick (what?)
yo residence can be the cemetery and i swear to god you n*ggas homesick (godd*mn!)
my flow is the equivalent of the holy ghost (okay) and during a overdose
when my brain waves on overload, then i explode (let’s go!)
alumni n*gga (yea) get ya hung high n*gga (yea) what i’m whippin in the kitchen (yea) ain’t stir fry n*gga (yea)
gotta rifle with a scope (yea) with a birds eye n*gga (yea), it’ll drop you out the sky (yea) like when birds die n*gga (yeeaahh), (godd*mn!)
get the f*ck outta my face, none of you n*ggas is safe (nah)
just because we may be family that does not mean that we could ever relate (f*ck em!)
ha! i’ll beat yo ass and beat the case, treat a cake n*gga like anna mae
them wires all up in your face will have you talking foreign like anime (godd*mn!)
my middle finger stay raised up, broke n*ggas talking cheap that’s a pay cut
how you do the most but ain’t made much, are hustle ain’t the same bruh (nahh!)
ray charles, stevie these n*ggas talkin keys but can’t see me (can’t’t see me)
return to sender these n*ggas broke i hope they kept they mothaf*ckin receipts (godd*mn!) (yeeeaaahhh)
[chorus: a*dot taylor]

yeeaahh! n*ggas hating on the low (they do), why?
cause i’m counting dough and i stay with the baddest hoes, you know (yeeaahh)
yeeaah, getting gwalla with my folks (i do)
sh*t i stay up to par and you don’t meet the status quo, you don’t (nah), n*gga!
don’t test your f*cking luck, cause i don’t give a m*th*f*ck
put yo middle fingers up and scream
f*ck em (yea) f*ck em (yea) m*th* (yea) f*ck em (yea)
f*ck em (yea) f*ck em (yea) m*th* (yea) f*ck em (yeeaahh!)

[verse two: ms marie]

f*ck all these n*ggas like hoes do (f*ck em), no debating any line that i throw you, is real
dedicate the hook, for those who contest, fishing for clues, what i’m gon do next
keep it in private as i’m doing them checks, you wrinkling your face, gotta keep you pressed (you pressed)
don’t know where i stay, better still address, my name out in public, and put some respect on it
they cry babies, like johnny depp, any role i play, i’m winning, that’s a bet (that’s a bet)
in a dicey life your sh*ts a mess, better cr*p out cuz you’re number 2 at best (cr*p out)
now, ready set, coming up fast, when i’m in your face, throwing up this cash (throw it)
tell me how it taste, regurgitate, them bills like monica lewinsky’s past
got d*mn that’s what i call a sucky life, all in a uproar they stay in strife
got a hold of the money, wit a grip so tight (i do), now sum it all up, f*ck your advice (f*ck it)
nah, what you talkin bout, ain’t sounding right, how you eating off dough, in a hunger strike (how)
in such a plight, you hope i might, help raise your wealth, throw you a bite f*ck that (nah)
let em starve, they ain’t going this hard, want a free ride, blowing gas, ain’t got a car
had to roll the wrong thing, now you stuck so far, behind, it’s blunt, been time i take charge (catch up)
now, watch what i do, when i run your whole crew, now fix your thoughts, ain’t the one to be screwed
you don’t succumb, expect what’s due, 9 months later b*tch, then it’s mother f*ck you (f*ck em!)
[chorus: a*dot taylor]

[verse 3: a*dot taylor & (ms marie)]

it goes, f*ck whoever don’t like me, (you can eat a d*ck and die slow hoe)
finna takeover like jay*z, (i’m in either mode, like nas hoe)
f*ck everybody outside my team, (my circle tighter than virgin p*ssy)
how the f*ck you figure we in the same league? (y’all benchwarmers, i’m a starting rookie)
i said, i am a suicide risk, (princess cuts all in my wrist), let me elaborate this
(my diamonds are shinin’, they blindin’, these n*ggas is hatin’ cause my pockets thick)
n*gga get off of my d*ck, (that is reserved for ya chick)
i f*ck her, i pass her, we run her, we send her back home to ya crib (you be massaging that b*tch), sh*t
i’m k!lling the game that’s a fatality n*gga, (i’ma star study me like astrology n*gga)
upgraded from minimal wage to salary n*gga, (timi and a*dot should be proud of me n*gga)
amg, knd, we a monopoly n*gga, (we own the city don’t step on our property n*gga)
what’s beef? kick in the door, who shot you n*gga?
(me against the world don’t make me 2pac you n*gga, i hit em up!)
[chorus: a*dot taylor]

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