Testo F**k Everybody Else - Blac Youngsta
Testo della canzone F**k Everybody Else (Blac Youngsta), tratta dall'album 223
Tay Keith
Heavy Camp
I can't wait 'til I beat these motherf- cases
I'ma smack the - out of all you busta - on my mama
Gang gang
I been tussin' and clutchin' and bustin' at everybody
When my lil' b- stop fussin', I'll buy her some red bottoms
I been keeping my circle tight, can't - with everybody
Screaming free my lil' hitters, I hate that them feds got 'em
In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies (gang gang)
I might cut off your finger right after I headshot ya
I can't trust none of these b-, these b- for everybody
You can't short me my n-, you know I want every dollar
Boy, you trespassing on my block
Ain't no trespassing on my block (gang gang)
Boy, you better check in or get shot
I got like nine bodies on my G-
I got about five bodies in my drop
Oh, can't stop and won't stop
No, - your - out her socks
Oh, don't get mad, that's what thots do
He might lose it 'bout that b-, he might shoot some 'bout that b-
I might cut that b- off, she might do some bout that d-
I can't take that b- on no date, I can't f- with b-, they fake
I can't f- with n- they hate, if you beef with me you not safe
Tryna take care of my family but I can't take care of everybody
You might not understand me, so f- what they said 'bout me
I'm like, f- what they said 'bout me, free my dawg, the fed got him
If them p- they ever kill me, I hope they lay dead by me (gang gang)
I been tussin' and clutchin' and bustin' at everybody
When my lil' b- stop fussin', I'll buy her some red bottoms
I been keeping my circle tight, can't - with everybody
Screaming free my lil' hitters, I hate that them feds got 'em
In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies (gang gang)
I might cut off your finger right after I headshot ya
I can't trust none of these b-, these b- for everybody
You can't short me my n-, you know I want every dollar
If you mention south Memphis, just know I'm the - king
If you hit one of my - just know they not on my team
I gotta take care of my grandma, she know I be serving feinds
If I come in with my 40, you know it come with a beam
Security just searched me, but I still got my strap in (gang gang)
I ain't give no - permission to hit my city, you gotta tap in
Heavy camp whole waiting in the city
Y'all little bitty - better get a sack in (gang gang)
I could've got you whacked back then (gang gang)
I been running around chasing back ends
Grandma was my momma and my momma was daddy
You know I come from nothing, that's the reason I'm flashy
My cousin told me if them - play, let them have it
I come from the projects where they dusty and ashy
I been tussin' and clutchin' and bustin' at everybody
When my lil' b- stop fussin', I'll buy her some red bottoms
I been keeping my circle tight, can't - with everybody
Screaming free my lil' hitters, I hate that them feds got 'em
In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies (gang gang)
I might cut off your finger right after I headshot ya
I can't trust none of these b-, these b- for everybody
You can't short me my n-, you know I want every dollar
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Writer(s): Sammie Benson, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
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