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Da Brat : Fuck You lyrics

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Da Brat lyrics : "Fuck You"

Uh, uh, uh
I know don't exactly what's wrong with your ^!$$%'s neck
It's ain't my fault if he looking

You 'spose to keep his $$# in check cause
Every time I come near
All he do is stare

And I can see it in his eyes that he wants some
He know what's in the prize, it's Red Rum
To any of these hoes that come

Stand next to me and look like bums, they make pennies
And all I do is stack the paper
Just in case I run into some complications

I'm set for life, never in debt
And you frustrated when I get all the ^!$$%s' attention
You fall off

Guess you was born to make the coffee for us
Writing (*##$es with a higher position
Da Brat talk ^!$$%s listen

Go get a nine to five
Cause you can't keep up with the %#@! I cook up
I can't help it if you're ^!$$% wanna hook up


Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
Like he really wanna drop ya bad

Cause I'm the %#@! and I know you mad
But I don't give a $#&@, you
Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine

And ya really wanna stop me bad
But fix your face (*##$ I'm here to stay
And I don't give a $#&@, you


And I'mma make sure that my ^!$$%s lookin'
Tell you broads to calm down there ain't no competition

I'm flawless as the rocks on my left pinky
And I love it when y'all wanna get at me
And make me think my %#@! don't stink

Evidently you ain't satisfied at home
She ain't got no style of her own
No body of her own

Not roaming in the V12
You turned on because I bought it myself
What other (*##$ do you know like this?

That's tight as a hot curl
Known to rock worlds
Once I'm spotted you will probably drop your girl

My intimidation to ^!$$%s is challenging to 'em
He fiending to get in my Vicky's Secrets
And underneath my Girbaud and my boxer shorts

I rock ice burg sports and Da Brat prints of all sorts
Interesting to you cause I got some dough
You thinkin' if you and me get together

You'll never go broke

Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me

Like he really wanna drop ya bad
Cause I'm the %#@! and I know you mad
But I don't give a $#&@, you

Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
And ya really wanna stop me bad
But fix your face (*##$ I'm here to stay

And I don't give a $#&@, you
Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
Like he really wanna drop ya bad

Cause I'm the %#@! and I know you mad
But I don't give a $#&@, you
Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine

And ya really wanna stop me bad
But fix your face (*##$ I'm here to stay
And I don't give a $#&@, you

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