f*ck Yo n*gga lyrics

[Hook]:
f*ck yo n*gga cuz yo n*gga ain't me (8x)
Yo n*gga ain't me (2x)
He can barely f*ck the talk and talk is cheap
Ole broke ass n*gga ain't none like me
f*ck with me do the right thang like Spike Lee

[Verse 1]:
Mhm gone bite that lip, gone lick that di*k
Just don't bite my sh*t, yeah she like that sh*t
I wouldn't wife that b*tch cuz i ain't tryna get head
Cuz I'm not will smith, yeah your boyfriend suck
Me and you should f*ck, all you get is this di*k
That b cup you don't need big tities
I take B cup cuz she just like the freezer you cool as f*ck
And if you don't mind then I want you to be mine
It's like you blind with a watch
Wasting time hе breaking your heart
I'm breaking your smilе, He still a lil girl
Girl, and I'm talking to john
Girl do what's right and I'm Mr. right her nose wide open
But her pus*y tight and that's what i like (yeah that's what I like)
I'm sprite in vodka, that n*gga a sprite
Girl lay down so I can lay it down
I ain't talking about twitter when i say I got pounds
Man these is funny they related to clowns
And she put that pus*y up, imma put it down (put it down)
Imma put it down, Imma put it down like it weigh 200 pounds
If you f*ck with me you f*ckin with the best
That's why i sent that hoe a text sayin"
[Hook]:
f*ck yo n*gga cuz yo n*gga ain't me (8x)
Yo n*gga ain't me (2x)
He can barely f*ck the talk and talk is cheap
Ole broke ass n*gga ain't none like me
f*ck with me do the right thang like Spike Lee

[Verse 2: Soul Food}:
f*ck yo n*gga cause n*gga ain’t me
Toss you a few bucks “like here it been a slow week”
Yo friends faceTime back to back cause they know you with me
Got they face all in the camera they tryna get sneak
Yo n*gga didn’t think I was a threat until he see that bag
I know he lost his mind he opened it and seen that cash
He bought that lil bitty bag mama I know you was mad
He say a word to me baby and imma use this mag
Yo n*gga talk I like to do it you know really get to it
In the lab “uhh uhh” hell yeah I’m pretty fluid
Bump into me and find out this sh*t more than music
Cilp resemble a pool stick weapon equipped with some blue tips
Man yo n*gga pus*y he a lil bitty rookie
I’m bout my money like a Booky
Blowin platinum cookie
Turn that cup upside down what fell out? Ohhh a cookie
Perfect attendance in the trenches I ain’t never play hooky
f*ck yo n*gga cause n*gga a never be me (Why)
I'm the type that can turn 1 into 2 maybe 3
Dunkin’ on these n*ggas man I think it’s my destiny
2 shooters and a big hell yeah I think I’m anfernee
For a couple Pennies man poof now he history
Man you bad, you a fox, man you look just like Lysterine
On my god she want me all on her face like maybelline
And she got good vocals I didn’t think she could really sing
[Hook]:
f*ck yo n*gga cuz yo n*gga ain't me (8x)
Yo n*gga ain't me (2x)
He can barely f*ck the talk and talk is cheap
Ole broke ass n*gga ain't none like me
f*ck with me do the right thang like Spike Lee