Rick Ross
Rick Ross - Fuck 'Em lyrics
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[Verse 1: Rick Ross] C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning Timothy Tebow Fourth quarter, I'm back, fourth quarter, in fact Fourth quarter, that's that, four Ford in all black I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent that Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rent that Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair Dubai, I been there, but f-ck that, we in here Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real IPhone and iPad, Amex in my gat Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, four stacks All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back All I need is Benzos, riding on Lorenzos Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four [Hook] Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em F-ck all you haters Watch me f-ck all these b! tches I got eight different Rollies And they all mint condition I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em I got five different Benzes This is my deposition I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness" Cause b! tch, I'm big business I'm screaming f-ck em [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Me gon hit my boast Me gon hit my boast What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute? Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib Riding with the chopper like it's my friend This for real niggas only, I still bail with Kobe Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only" Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring 2 Chainz smoking loud like it's a newborn Dad wasn't around, my father figure was Too Short New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it both-handed My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson Every beat I'm toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter I run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn [Hook] Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em F-ck all you haters Watch me f-ck all these b! tches I got eight different Rollies And they all mint condition I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em I got five different Benzes This is my deposition I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness" Cause b! tch, I'm big business I'm screaming f-ck em [Verse 3: Wale] Black Foamposites, it's like we on that outer shit Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen Sixty-two, without no tint, mission roof of my new shit Ironic sense, my drive increased, my driver see the profit Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me though Smoke that Mark McGuire strong Oakland ain't no basic smoke Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go No Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six oh A nigga trees fine, a police siren! Woop woop, nah, that's just Diplo And you cute, shorty, let's get low On the low, I'mma talk that jazz Jungle fever for the night Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax [Hook] Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em F-ck all you haters Watch me f-ck all these b! tches I got eight different Rollies And they all mint condition I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em I got five different Benzes This is my deposition I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness" Cause b! tch, I'm big business I'm screaming f-ck em