Outsidaz

Outsidaz - Fuck Y'All Niggaz lyrics

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(feat. Rah Digga)



[Intro: Rah Digga]

Yeah, Rah Digga once again, about to set it on niggas

Representing for all my bitches across the globe

Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon...



[Chorus 1: Rah Digga]

Say fuck y'all niggas (Fuck y'all niggas)

Everyone of y'all niggas (Everyone of y'all niggas)

Don't trust y'all niggas (Don't trust y'all niggas)

Fuck all y'all niggas (Fuck all y'all niggas)



[Rah Digga]

All my bitches that had it up to here

We about to make changes coming in the new year

Say fuck y'all niggas (Fuck y'all niggas)

Don't trust y'all niggas (Don't trust y'all niggas)

Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy fuckers

Trife ass strife with all them wack baby mothers

Fuck y'all niggas (Fuck y'all niggas)

Everyone of y'all niggas (Everyone of y'all niggas)

Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money

Chanel money, Nike and Adidas Shell money

Bitches 'bout to shut down your whole line of gang

Gasp! thinking you gon' put some shit in money

It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting

Suck a nigga's friend, tell his man like he hit it

Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well

Bunch of bum ass niggas can't even cop hotels



[Chorus 1]



[Chorus: Young Zee]

Fuck y'all bitches (Fuck y'all bitches)

Fuck all y'all bitches (Fuck all y'all bitches)

I don't trust y'all bitches (Don't trust y'all bitches)

So fuck y'all bitches (Fuck y'all bitches)



[Young Zee]

On my room ceiling, I got mad mirrors built in

So when I fuck you you're gon' feel like you're at the Hilton

Fake dime hoes, you give 'em Alizé

You can smell their tongues from a hundred miles away

Y'all lame Gucci bitches (Fake Gucci bitches)

Stink coochi bitches (Stink coochi bitches)

My niggas pop girls up in back of Zee's truck

But we ain't going nowhere till after we fuck

Cause ??? we might not touch, how that sounding?

I don't give a fuck if a bitch come in growling

Tell your girls 'Fuck everyone of us'

Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach bust

Drop your drawers, come slop my balls

You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and I...

Let your pretty ass run loose

And go distract the cops while your ass go boost!



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