Lil Tjay – F.N Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If  you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga)
If  you tell, you a fuck nigga
(How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, finna dunk, nigga
What’s  up with you? I grew up with you
Used  to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you)
Yeah 
(Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga)
Fuck nigga
Yeah,  yeah
(Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)

[Refrain]
Grrr, pow, I’ma skip town, see my wrist drown
Everybody wanna fuck with me for benefits now
Man, I wish my nigga Smelly could’ve seen me lit now
Sit down, maybe roll up, blow a spliff down
Time go by, niggas change so much
Why the fuck these niggas looking at my chain so much?
They just mad ’cause I departed from the game so much
One false move and the gang gon’ bust

[Verse 1]
Cartier glasses, 20/20, got a clear view
You a man, I don’t fear you
Act up, we gon’ mask up, boy, I dare you
Brody catch a body, I’ma leave you in the rearview
Could have did it to me, lil’ nigga, you were scared to
You a bluff and you not who you appear to
You’d be starstruck if you see a nigga near you
And your bitch wanna fuck, I don’t care to
Careful, if I say links, plan’s cancelled
I can have your shorty in my bed doing dance moves
Fuck that, let’s get right back to the real shit
In the field shit, niggas really used to drill shit
Mama stressed out, whole lot she gotta deal with
Swear every real nigga gon’ feel this
Smokin ‘on drugs ’cause there’s too much to deal with
SB strapped up in the field with it

[Chorus]
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you

[Verse 2]
My mama know about the pain that I never tamed
But looking back for the fame, I feel the same
I was stuck up in the streets, but I had a brain
I ain’t have no money, we was looking for a nigga chain
And shit, all I ever wanted was to have a name
Had a lot of shit to lose, not enough to gain
And that fuck nigga changed, went against the grain
Found out my homie went fed, almost went insane
Strictly business, you ain’t with it, you get parked, nigga
I don’t know you, you wasn’t with me from the start, nigga
I remember catching stains in the park, nigga
Me and Bubba tryna catch an opp after dark, nigga
My mama told me, “Wisen up, be a smart nigga”
So all my niggas on go like a kart, nigga
Smelly drive mean a bullet to your heart, nigga
I don’t really wanna speak facts, see the chart, nigga

[Refrain]
Grrr, pow, I’ma skip town, see my wrist drown
Everybody wanna fuck with me for benefits now
Man, I wish my nigga Smelly could’ve seen me lit now
Sit down, maybe roll up, blow a spliff down
Time go by, niggas change so much
Why the fuck these niggas looking at my chain so much?
They just mad ’cause I departed from the game so much
One false move and the gang gon’ bust

[Chorus]
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, and now I’m wishing that a bus hit you

[Outro]
Blood today
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh

2 Chainz – I Luv Dem Strippers lyrics

Let’s play big bank take little bank
You are looking at a shark in a fish tank
When I’m in the kitchen, I make plenty cash
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass

Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

First I back back, Louie backpack
Where’s Paris Hilton? Where’s Kat Stacks?
I’m Rambo with this ammunition, my camo come from Tru Religion
Them broke hoes can’t pay attention, your cutie missing, New Edition
Mr. Telephone man, there’s something wrong with my line
When I call my baby’s number, I get a click every time
Every line is dope, you can snort it
Working in the pot, I can make you do aerobics
I’m haterphobic, they mad cause I’m winning
They busy high and catching, mad cause I’m pinching
All my bitches different, all my diamonds glistening
My weed so loud, everybody listen
They say it’s for the birds, so I bought a kilo
My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo

Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

2 Chainz, you f*cking crazy, motherf*ckers know I’m f*cking crazy
Fuck wrong with these bitches lately?
Bitches better get on they knees and praise me
Bitch, I rep that rich gang. Where’s Stunna? Where’s Wayne?
That’s red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine
Tell Tyga, lookin’ for this bitch called Blac Chyna
Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, menopause hot flash
Yes that’s why I’m crowned queen, and I ain’t lookin’ for the prom king
These hoes’ careers ain’t promising, killing these bitches – crime scene
Oh, that’s how a bitch do it
Fifty black trucks gonna follow when I pull up
This sh*t hit you in the chin like a pull up
My door so cocky, my door so stuck up
Oh, hop up out the space car
Bitches stay pressed, I call them a space bar
Man I wish a bitch would, hundred-thousand dollar engine,
I wish a bitch could

Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

Wait I don’t even think these niggas understood what the f*ck I just said
I said, hundred-thousand dollar engine
I wish a bitch could, like the little engine that could
2 Chainz!