August Alsina - FBGP : Fuck Bitches Get Paid Lyrics
I said I'm cooler than a fan fresh like it's easter Pull up a bitch she be like osta la vister Heser thought dats what they all say skeezers I just fucked her yesterday homie you can keep her Believe her I don't do nothin I'm a ball I'm a stand up nigga I jump up everytime I fall Everytime I lost I came back like cook crack Got my hand up in the game and I ain't never look back I said I'm good I wish a nigga would Try to take me for a sucker he get hit up just because Can't shake em off for nothin Dey be hatin but for what Cause I ain't even get a deal but When I do they be like UHH! Sick ya bitch all up on my dick Cause you a bug You a flee and I'm a G I ain't no Crip I ain't no Blood But I don't bend no I don't budge I keep dat semi by my gut A nigga tempt me fire up I let that sig blow light em up I say I ain't got that hazy You know I got dat cush Niggas rolling on that dirt be smokin dat Reggie Bush Said dey always speak my name But when dey see me they never look Cause they know I keep that flame But hold up that's anotha book I said them shooters on deck Goonies over there And dat ain't even countin for tooly dat wear I said dey bitches, pussy, coochie over there So many clips it look like we shootin for a movie over here [Gillie:] E.
Fuck bitches, get money. Uhh, sex em up The fuck? That shit ain't even?? Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take altogether I got 'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her Damn, why she wanna stick me designed for my paper? Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin Pay my own bail, commence en route for ass kickin Lick in the access, wavin the four-four All you heard was, Poppa don't hit me denial more Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial Fuck around and made her milkbox material You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips 'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh. Uhh, whoo! Get at me Whoo, I told you niggaz Niggaz. Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad Be in breach of up affairs lick shots in the air You get vexed, and advantage swingin everywhere Me shifty?
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I see mad girls like you You seen mad girls just acting angry I'm telling you though There ain't nobody like me You just fronting, there's people out like that [? Get at me Whoo, I told you niggaz Niggas, better grab a seat Grab on your dick at the same time as this bitch gets deep Deeper than the pussy of a bitch 6 feet Stiff dicks feel sweet all the rage this little petite Young bitch as of the street, guaranteed to stay along Used to bring work outta city on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard abut, niggas press to hit it Act me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it Rather accomplish the killin' than the stick-up juxs Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me en route for the limit, get my feelings all the rage it Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat Then, you wanna be my main squeeze, nigga Don't you? You wanna lick amid my knees, nigga Don't you absence to see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave? Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad Be in breach of up affairs, lick shots in the air You get vexed and advantage swinging everywhere Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me Pull absent your 9 while I cock arrange mine Yeah, what nigga? I ain't got time for this So can you repeat that?, nigga? I'm not tryin' to attend to that shit Now you wanna accept me diamonds and Armani suits Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots Things that make up for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards sayin' I apologize Is you along with me? How could you ever betray me? But payback's a bitch, motherfucker, believe me Nah, I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo flow A minute ago a little somethin' to let you motherfuckers know [Repeat until the end:] Wait a minute, wait a close Back up, just give me so as to shit, this shit is mine Oh you want my numbers and shit [?