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fuck you - da brat lyrics

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[intro – gangsta boo]
yeah, y’all know what time it is n-gg-
i’m bringin’ a lot of sh-t today
i’m bringin m-child
i’m bringin’ two for ya
i’m also bringin’ the pain n-gg-
’cause when i come, i’m comin’ for you
so you better ask some-mothaf-ckin-body
for the 9-8, until 2 g’s n-gg-
i’m takin’ over
you understand this type of sh-t
three 6 mafia, hypnotize, prophet posse
f-ck you b-tch!

(m-child)
1 – when we high off that green and gin
ain’t no tellin what we’ll do
you got some ani’ with the crew?
(f-ck you! f-ck you!)
with that heat we be bussin
conversation no discussion
hollow points they comin straight at you!
(f-ck you! f-ck you!)

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[gangsta boo]
bustin’ b-tches daily, maybe it’s the herb in me
i wanna see what you hidden for, shake ’em and see
time to steal, time to kill, time to get real, and w-ssup
i’m just a beefin’ in the club, tear that f-ckin’ b-tch up
i’m in the corner ’round some smoke, smokin’ fine -ss weed
freakin’ like vanessa del rio, won’t you take you a peak
mob, it was me, bringin’ sh-t to the door
i be the lady unabomber, bombin’ b-tches and mo’
so time to go toe to toe, with a b-tch that be rockin’
ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ prophet posse ’til your body be droppin’
you f-ckin’ b-tch, spittin’ rhythms in your rhyme like a joke
i’m gonna tote you like a 90 when i’m pullin’ that dope
i know you’re hopin’ that i’ll fall to my face, but i ain’t
my shoes are stuck to the ground when i walk out on bank
another f-ckin’ lp dropped like it’s some rice
we be straight like 9: 15, b-tch, f-ck your spot
n-gg-!

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(m-child)
let cha let cha mind explode
with these lyrics i control
just a peak to let you see
how m-child do it in flip mode
now i’m baddest on a level
find a new way to be paid
ain’t gon’ burn or slice or beat ’em down
with bats and prophet dank
yellin’ thangs, i’m comin’ up
and n-gg-s want your life to live
pack that steel if you real
but you better shoot to kill
all that flossin’ ain’t gon’ do
bring a gun without the clip
and for the rest of your life
you’ll be walkin’ around with a half–ss limp
read my lips, don’t f-ck with us
because we dangerous
and when we on that good stuff
like a junkie, we be anxious
to get up in yo sh-t
and take your life with all quickness
a orange mound playa that be strictly bout his business
watch out, n-gg-
don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-
walk on top of water
we some mean -ss n-gg-s
prophet ’til i fry
so f-ck with me, you can’t avoid
plus the first time you slip
you goin bungee jumpin without the cord, b-tch!

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(koopsta knicca)
coulda been a friend, seemed to busy pimpin’
gettin’ upon the skin
i had no team, 34 hanc-ck
puttin’ them cuts upon these men
again it’s on, don’t be phony
tellin’ these hoes that i love ’em
you think you’re tough fool
look at your?, hey, they groupies
n-gg-, don’t give a f-ck
wanna know ’bout better things
that fool is gonna be?
raisin’ doja, what i saw is me
i best get the motha-f-cka off
b-b-ba-da-boom, pa-ta-pa-ta-pow
loadin’ got me goin’ down
swear i’m trippin’
‘fore i come up, just-a left a f-ckin’ cal
on the ground with the 40
h-ll, and me criticizing’, no
ho, i never sold no dope
oh sh-t, then shoot me ’cause i’m?
some of them charges, said the sergeant
“you been wanted for the longest, on the street, they call you creep”
nah, n-gg-, my name is?
well, if you’re wanted
then i’m gonna give you something to collect
man, you can take that mothaf-ckin’ gat
and stick that heat up your -ss
nine in my?, got the 5?
3 with the tag around my throat, gotta let me go

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[prophet posse]
2 – hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey…
f-ck you, f-ck you

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