f*ck Boy (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Trina]
6 in the morning, n*gga at my door
I'm tryna figure out what he out there for
Last time I seen him, he was talkin’ sh*t
Found out his new girl can't suck no di*k
Hit the intercom, I ain't let him in
pus*y n*gga lucky I ain’t f*ck his friends
Probably thought a b*tch'd be down and out
'Til he seen me ridin' round in that chromed out Benz
South Beach n*gga, you ain't 'bout that life
You cross that bridge, they takin' all that ice
You don't want no problems with the boys from the bottom
Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turnpike

[Chorus: Trina]
You’s a f*ckboy, f*ckboy, my b*tch been said it
That’s why I should've let your best friend get it
We went on trips, you bought Chanel
But money ain’t sh*t when you soft as hell
'Cause you's a f*ckboy, f*ckboy, my mama even said it
Got a new n*gga, I ain't even gotta sweat it
You still gon’ talk, and that's a goddamn shame
But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, f*ckboy
[Verse 2: Molly Brazy]
Uh, you a f*ckboy
You ain't tough, boy
Call the gang, let 'em slide, get you touched, boy
Tell my b*tch to play the witness, that's a decoy
Silencer, big Glock, it make no noise
Back to back fifty pointers playin' freeze tag
Me and Trina coppin' new ice with each bag
Don't call my phone, pus*y n*gga, 'cause your head trash
And tell your b*tch to suck a di*k, I got her big mad

[Chorus: Trina]
You's a f*ckboy, f*ckboy, my b*tch been said it
That's why I should've let your best friend get it
We went on trips, you bought Chanel
But money ain't sh*t when you soft as hell
'Cause you's a f*ckboy, f*ckboy, my mama even said it
Got a new n*gga, I ain't even gotta sweat it
You still gon' talk, and that's a goddamn shame
But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, f*ckboy

[Verse 3: Tokyo Jetz]
pus*y n*gga, you been trippin 'for what?
On the 'Gram peepin' sh*t, b*tch, you been dissin' for what?
Keep it a hundred, I'm a different kind of b*tch
Won't let you ever f*ck again if you had another n*gga di*k
All that fakin', all that playin', speakin' on me, what you sayin'?
Give no f*ck about your b*tch
She can have them problems with your ass
Pillow talkin' like a ho, I thought you knew better
Lil' n*gga, we gon' do better
Ghetto Lauren London, he gon' get this New New out her
[Chorus: Trina]
'Cause you's a f*ckboy, f*ckboy, my mama even said it
Got a new n*gga, I ain't even gotta sweat it
You still gon' talk, and that's a goddamn shame
But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, f*ckboy