Da Proverbs

Da Proverbs - Nigga Fuck You songtekst

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Verse 1


I'm From The Dirty. These Bama Boys Be Taking It Over.

So smell The Foldgers. Cause You Might Get Powered Bomb On Shoulders.

Got Coke Like Cola

White like Them bears that was polar

My City The Ville we bringing pain like a drill to your Molars

These Bama Boys they gonna cock it and put you on your back pocket

If You choose to cock it we got rockets snatching out your back sockets

Urbansound We making paper you throwing dap to man.

Yall boys getting punked like them dudes on Puffy's Making The Band

Yall soft like some T.P. thast wiping my butt cheeks

Even with a thousand hoes you still couldn't fuck beast

Make hits kick like Shinobi or Bruce Lee feet.

When yall boys try to ryme it sounds like loose teeth speech

What I spit I'm leaving yall back at the door 

My bars roll like a X fiend that's out of control

But I'm back from before

Just spitting the facts when I flow 

I'm letting yall know 

These Huntsville boy's be rapping for sho

Ho.

Hook 


Nigga Fuck You 

Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x 


And if you didn't know I'm back at your door

Packing The four

Bout to put your back to the floor 

Ho 


Nigga Fuck You 

Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x


And if you didn't know I'm blazing the Dro 

Waiting to score 

Trying to sell a bird at your door

Ho


Verse 2


Approach me cautiously 

Make all yo people call the law for me.

The way I do you awfully

Got them backing up off of me 

Make me wonder why these niggas even want to start with me

You know I knew you was the Captain of the Hoe team obviously

But you stay on the mic though not the one off in the booth 

But the one off in your shirt that alerts all of them white folks

I hate dealers with badges 

Flaming faggots and actors 

Misses like you turn your momma in you need you ass kicked

What is it you mad cause none your kids look like you 

Or cause they know they pops is a Bitch and he look like you

Couldn't be more of a hoe with biker shorts at Riker's 

Or doing table dances daily for the excitement

Its certain we ripping the stage and running the stage in curtains

You worthless 

Peter puffing up

Guzzling up serpents 

Your purpose 

Multiple hearses up in my verses

Yall nurses need to carry purses you punk bitch 


Hook 


Nigga Fuck You 

Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x


And if you didn't know I'm back at your door

Packing The four

Bout to put your back to the floor 

Ho 


Nigga Fuck You

Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x 


And if you didn't know I'm blazing the Dro 

Waiting to score 

Trying to sell a bird at your door

Ho


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