f*ck You Tahm Bout lyrics

by

Chuck Inglish


[Produced by Lex Luger]

[Intro]
10 days?
Are you for real? Are you serious?
f*ck it then!

[Bridge]
f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck you, f*ck you tahm 'bout? f*ck you, f*ck you tahm 'bout?
n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout?

[Chorus]
n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout? f*ck you tahm 'bout?
n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout? f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck, f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout?
n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout? f*ck you, f*ck you, n*gga
f*ck you tahm, f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you tahm
f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout?
n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, n*gga, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, tahm, tahm, tahm

[Verse 1]
n*gga, f*ck this whole school and everything you tahm 'bout
Don't ask me for no I.D., b*tch, I f*cking signed out
b*tch, I've been suspended, b*tch, I've been on timeout
Waking up in grind mode and sleeping in a grindhouse
So please don't hit my line 'bout the party trying to find out
What time that sh*t going to start
Or when it end, or who gon' come out
Or if I walked the stage
I've been on stage since I could rhyme out
Shows and shows and tapes
Of trying to get my f*cking lines out
So please don't take my BIC out, my book out, my pick out
My hair, my f*cking big mouth, you di*k head, you dipped out
Of class and now you sh*t out of luck, who f*cking slick now?
And with them rhymes you written down
I hope you get a mixdown
With a diss track from Ms. Rownd
And my di*k sack in this b*tch mouth
Give a five-hive to my teacher face
And my principal that fist pound
And now you gotta switch gowns
We caught you, little rascal
We got you throwing tantrums
When you could've thrown a tassel, ahh
[Chorus]
n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout? f*ck you tahm 'bout?
n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout? f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck, f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout?
n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout? f*ck you, f*ck you, n*gga
f*ck you tahm, f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you tahm
f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout?
n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck you tahm 'bout?

[Verse 2]
n*gga, you're a weakling, why you talking dealing?
Like, "All my n*ggas flip birds" n*gga, you're a wing-zing
You ain't nothing but my seedling, I'll hang you from the ceiling
And leave yo' little ass leaking, and leave yo' body stinking
Dude, yo' ass been drinking? Or you just wasn't thinking?
I'll hit you with that 6-piece: bink, bink, bink, bink, bink, bink
I hear your pockets jingling
It's calling me like "Ring, ring"
I'll choke you with your bling bling
Then run faster than Tink Tink
And all these goofies mad though
Like, "Why he such a as*h*le?"
And I ain't even mad, yo, I'll stab you with a screwdriver
That sh*t ain't even rhyme, n*gga
I'm f*cked up out my mind, n*gga
I stay right off the '9, n*gga
That's where they try an' find a n*gga
Feeling froggy? Better timid up
Harsh feelings gone, put 'em in a blunt
'Cause n*ggas don't wanna get bended up
Stay talking but don’t send it up
Used to send it up for my Skinner lunch
Savemoney n*ggas really won't spend a buck
Gimme that cash, that Ben, what up?
Pockets keep that denim bruh like ahh
[Chorus]
n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout? f*ck you tahm 'bout?
n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout? f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck, f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout?
n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout? f*ck you, f*ck you, n*gga
f*ck you tahm, f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga
f*ck you tahm 'bout? n*gga, f*ck you tahm 'bout?
n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck you tahm 'bout?

[Outro]
f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck you tahm 'bout?
f*ck you tahm 'bout?
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