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​fckk u thought - diizii lyrics

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[intro]
said i was— uh, yeah, uh, f*ck you thought?
thought i’d say it but not— uh, like, f*ck you thought?
said i wouldn’t— uh, like, f*ck you thought?
thought i’d trip about— uh, like, f*ck you thought? (agh, diizii!)

[chorus]
said i was gon’ come back beggin’ for you? f*ck you thought? (b*tch)
thought i’d say it but not do it? okay, f*ck you thought? (okay)
said i wouldn’t come harder this time? lil’ b*tch, f*ck you thought? (say what?)
thought i’d trip about yo’ stupid ass? f*ck you thought? (stupid)
think these youngin’s ain’t gon’ steal yo’ b*tch? f*ck you thought? (the f*ck?)
run a train on yo’ lil’ shawty, they gon’ f*ck yo’ thot (d*mn)
that youngin’ got the tool? he tough— wait, maybe not (phew)
‘cause once you sn*tch that lil’ sh*t, he p*ssy, he ain’t even fought (nah*nah)

[verse]
and if no hands in it, stupid b*tch, get hit with the fire (fah*fah*fah)
hit him quick and swerved off, they done burned the tires (skrrt, skrrt)
hit him quick and hit the gas, we done burned the rubber (skrrt!)
i was gon’ wrap my sh*t, but lil’ shawty told me, “f*ck a rubber!” (f*ck it)
(ooh) and if you played the wrong side, p*ssy, better duck for cover
(ooh) d*ck on it! (phew) watch it, ho, this strap hotter than cali summers (sss!)
(ooh) i’m done with hoes, we ride or die, back up, b*tch, i got my lover (on god!)
(ooh) i just tapped it, ooh, on that p*ssy; i did a number (ha!)
you can have the other broads, they f*ck a lame and won’t recover (buck! buck! buck!)
i’m too petty with it, f*ck you thought? i’m like no other (no other)
bent it over, put it in, b*tch, that’s on my mother (okay)
we gon’ make it out, i do this sh*t for my mama and brothers (go!)
i done held on to the gat while i’m f*ckin’ my b*tch, yeah, i’m breakin’ her back (breakin’ her* breakin’ her* breakin’ her* breakin’ her—)
givin’ her kids out my sack and these stupid ass b*tches be off of the crack (givin’ her* givin’ her* givin’ her* givin’ her—)
come up in the cut in all black, i got eyes everywhere, so i never lack (come up in the* up in the* up in the* up in the—)
b*tch, give me the racks, i ain’t ever lied, i just say facts (give me the* give me the* give me the—)
so who want the f*ckin’ smoke? (phew*phew)
my lil’ shooter goin’ crazy, but they duckin’ bro (p*ssy)
it’s okay, we don’t miss no shots, then we f*ck yo’ ho (yeah)
tuh, put it down, down, down ‘til she f*ckin’ choke (go down!)
[chorus]
said i was gon’ come back beggin’ for you? f*ck you thought? (b*tch)
thought i’d say it but not do it? okay, f*ck you thought? (okay)
said i wouldn’t come harder this time? lil’ b*tch, f*ck you thought? (say what?)
thought i’d trip about yo’ stupid ass? f*ck you thought? (stupid)
think these youngin’s ain’t gon’ steal yo’ b*tch? f*ck you thought? (the f*ck?)
run a train on yo’ lil’ shawty, they gon’ f*ck yo’ thot (d*mn)
that youngin’ got the tool? he tough— wait, maybe not (phew)
‘cause once you sn*tch that lil’ sh*t, he p*ssy, he ain’t even fought (nah*nah)

[outro]
ooh*ooh

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