Song Title

F*** You Lyrics

Singer : Gucci Mane, Slim Dunkin, V-Nasty
Lyrics : WRITER UNKNOWN, XAVIER DOTSON
Label : Ultra Tunes

F You lyrics in Hindi and lyrics in English. The lyrics of the song is written by WRITER UNKNOWN, XAVIER DOTSON the singers of the song F You are Gucci Mane, Slim Dunkin, V-Nasty and the music is composed by . F You is a song from the movie and The label and the original rights of the song belongs to Ultra Tunes

F*** You Lyrics In English [Slim Dunkin, V-Nasty, Gucci Mane]

I think they mad cause I’m relevant
Big choppers put holes in elephants
I got a bad bitch and she’s elegant
Bet a hundred thousand that bitch selling it
Come on the block, bitch I’m doing all this shit
Them suckers looking over there looking is irrelevant
I got a boatload coming from Mexico
And if the bitches talking gas, they ass like Texaco
I’m a reckless ho, you can’t check this ho
Bitch, my outfit cost more than your necklace, ho
And I’m doing shit that you never seen before
Having withdrawals, man, hurry with my boat

[Chorus]
F*ck you! Bitch f*ck your mama too!
You can’t f*ck with us
You can’t do what we do

I got a swag so sick make the ho start cough
I got a Lamborghini, hit the gas, bitch get lost
You with a loser, need to lose him, if not — your loss
I got a suburban ?
I’m a boss, you’s a worker boy, go jerk off
Brick Squad on the stage, know our shirts off
And I’m horny as a rhino and her ass soft
I got a fetish for a fine ho: I break her off
Let’s get it on, let’s get it in
Let’s get it on, do it again
So bring a friend if you want to
Don’t tell me what you won’t do
Want me like I want you? All night long!
Let’s get it on!

[Chorus]

I f*ck her, you lick her
I hit her and pass her
The ? at the light wanna f*ck her by tonight
She say her friend a dyke so she allergic to the pipe
?
Take care of my appearance
Shoes on clearance
F*ck your mama, your sister and your kids
Would say f*ck your girl but I already did
I be in and out of ? can’t go in and out of ?
And I got the bird, man: I be stuntin’ like my pa
Going private when I travel, plane
Louis in my baggie claim
Standing on the couches with V-Nasty and Gucci Mane
All the ice on my hands got my fingers cold
Call me Snoop Dogg, I don’t finger roll

[Chorus]