fuck y’all - lord $hredda lyrics
(verse 1)
n*gga please!
please don’t come to me with all your issues
cuz i ain’t got a handkerchief for tissue
you average, i’m praying for you n*ggas this the salvage
we savage, come try us cuz we been down for the challenge i’m from a different galaxy, i ain’t talkin [?] my homies stitch you up if you cut from a different fabric
every time i spit, i amaze like a labyrinth
weapons automatic you don’t wanna see that madness
got you walkin’ on tightropes and stilts, and stilettos
n*ggas be actin’ like b*tches
they [?]
cruisin’ through the metro geeked up like they got go gecko
blowin’ on that loud..shh…shhh hear it echo
pull ya card, ebt i’m bouta blow, tnt
i got homies with the drugs we don’t need a pharmacy
homies strapped in these streets, like some mercenaries
wonder do you lucky? b*tch, i’m dirty hairy
(chorus)
i be in the cut straight ducked dawg
n*gga please don’t be actin’ like you tough now
all that bullsh*t, get you cut off (whaat?)
middle fingers up (whaat?)
f*ck ya’ll (whaat?)
f*ck y’all (whaat)
f*ck y’all
n*gga please don’t be actin’ like you tough now
all that bullsh*t, get you cut off (whaat?)
middle fingers up (whaat?)
f*ck ya’ll
(verse 2)
time is money, your bullsh*t is something i can’t afford
paper chasing till my pockets stretchin’ like extension cords
this that one, eight, seven drop you off right at the morgue
best believe i’m serving grammy’s hit me up for an award
ya b*tch ride me like a fairytale i make a wish, and they love the way i spit. like i’m talkin’ with a lisp
serve you up, like a waiter boy you better have my tip
and n*ggas be actin’ bananas. till’ we start pullin’ out clips
blowin’ on that loud, got me horsed imma stallion
b*tch i’m in the streets, late night, jimmy fallon
and all my homies loyal boy we started from the soil
and my n*ggas go hard in the paint. i’m tom sawyer
bouta reach my peak, roll with me and roll my weed
i’m the sh*t, yes indeed
blast off a [?]
and my chick a different race, need for speed i’m in the league
n*gga with a attitude i’m uptown’s eazy e
(chorus)
i be in the cut straight ducked dawg
n*gga please don’t be actin’ like you tough now
all that bullsh*t, get you cut off (whaat?)
middle fingers up (whaat?)
f*ck ya’ll (whaat?)
f*ck y’all (whaat)
f*ck y’all
n*gga please don’t be actin’ like you tough now
all that bullsh*t, get you cut off (whaat?)
middle fingers up (whaat?)
f*ck ya’ll
*instrumental outro*
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