Da Proverbs - Nigga Fuck You lyrics
Verse 1 I'm From The Dirty. These Bama Boys Be Taking It Over. So smell The Foldgers. Cause You Might Get Powered Bomb On Shoulders. Got Coke Like Cola White like Them bears that was polar My City The Ville we bringing pain like a drill to your Molars These Bama Boys they gonna cock it and put you on your back pocket If You choose to cock it we got rockets snatching out your back sockets Urbansound We making paper you throwing dap to man. Yall boys getting punked like them dudes on Puffy's Making The Band Yall soft like some T.P. thast wiping my butt cheeks Even with a thousand hoes you still couldn't fuck beast Make hits kick like Shinobi or Bruce Lee feet. When yall boys try to ryme it sounds like loose teeth speech What I spit I'm leaving yall back at the door My bars roll like a X fiend that's out of control But I'm back from before Just spitting the facts when I flow I'm letting yall know These Huntsville boy's be rapping for sho Ho. Hook Nigga Fuck You Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x And if you didn't know I'm back at your door Packing The four Bout to put your back to the floor Ho Nigga Fuck You Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x And if you didn't know I'm blazing the Dro Waiting to score Trying to sell a bird at your door Ho Verse 2 Approach me cautiously Make all yo people call the law for me. The way I do you awfully Got them backing up off of me Make me wonder why these niggas even want to start with me You know I knew you was the Captain of the Hoe team obviously But you stay on the mic though not the one off in the booth But the one off in your shirt that alerts all of them white folks I hate dealers with badges Flaming faggots and actors Misses like you turn your momma in you need you ass kicked What is it you mad cause none your kids look like you Or cause they know they pops is a Bitch and he look like you Couldn't be more of a hoe with biker shorts at Riker's Or doing table dances daily for the excitement Its certain we ripping the stage and running the stage in curtains You worthless Peter puffing up Guzzling up serpents Your purpose Multiple hearses up in my verses Yall nurses need to carry purses you punk bitch Hook Nigga Fuck You Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x And if you didn't know I'm back at your door Packing The four Bout to put your back to the floor Ho Nigga Fuck You Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x And if you didn't know I'm blazing the Dro Waiting to score Trying to sell a bird at your door Ho (Thanks to Beast for these lyrics)
