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  • Main » D » Da Brat » Fuck You Lyrics
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    Posted: 28.07.2004
    Views: 105
    Uh, uh, uh
    I know don't exactly what's wrong with your nigga's neck
    It's ain't my fault if he looking
    You 'spose to keep his ass in check cause
    Every time i come near
    All he do is stare
    And i can see it in his eyes that he wants some
    He know what's in the prize, it's red rum
    To any of these hoes that come
    Stand next to me and look like bums, they make pennies
    And all i do is stack the paper
    Just in case i run into some complications
    I'm set for life, never in debt
    And you frustrated when i get all the niggas' attention
    You fall off
    Guess you was born to make the coffee for us
    Writing bitches with a higher position
    Da brat talk niggas listen
    Go get a nine to five
    Cause you can't keep up with the shit i cook up
    I can't help it if you're nigga wanna hook up

    Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
    Like he really wanna drop ya bad
    Cause i'm the shit and i know you mad
    But i don't give a fuck, you
    Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
    And ya really wanna stop me bad
    But fix your face bitch i'm here to stay
    And i don't give a fuck, you

    And i'mma make sure that my niggas lookin'
    Tell you broads to calm down there ain't no competition
    I'm flawless as the rocks on my left pinky
    And i love it when y'all wanna get at me
    And make me think my shit don't stink
    Evidently you ain't satisfied at home
    She ain't got no style of her own
    No body of her own
    Not roaming in the v12
    You turned on because i bought it myself
    What other bitch do you know like this?
    That's tight as a hot curl
    Known to rock worlds
    Once i'm spotted you will probably drop your girl
    My intimidation to niggas is challenging to 'em
    He fiending to get in my vicky's secrets
    And underneath my girbaud and my boxer shorts
    I rock ice burg sports and da brat prints of all sorts
    Interesting to you cause i got some dough
    You thinkin' if you and me get together
    You'll never go broke

    Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
    Like he really wanna drop ya bad
    Cause i'm the shit and i know you mad
    But i don't give a fuck, you
    Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
    And ya really wanna stop me bad
    But fix your face bitch i'm here to stay
    And i don't give a fuck, you
    Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
    Like he really wanna drop ya bad
    Cause i'm the shit and i know you mad
    But i don't give a fuck, you
    Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
    And ya really wanna stop me bad
    But fix your face bitch i'm here to stay
    And i don't give a fuck, you