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YOUNG BUCK lyrics : "Fuck You (Remix)"

(Hook)
$#&@ you, $#&@ you, $#&@ you, $#&@ you
(Tell a hater I said)

$#&@ you, $#&@ you (#~!!@), $#&@ you, $#&@ you
Tell yo (*##$ I said (fuuuuuuuuuuck)
(Verse)

Me, $$# up face down,
One night only, I'm from out of town
Pound new rules, we ain't waitin' on it

And if that #~!!@ good we spend cake on it,
Plane ticket, hotel,
New bag, this Chanel

Giuseppe sneakers, his and hers,
If you a hater I just got 2 words
(Hook)

$#&@ you, $#&@ you, $#&@ you, $#&@ you
(Tell a hater I said)
$#&@ you, $#&@ you, $#&@ you, $#&@ you

And Tell yo (*##$ I said (fuuuuuuuuuuck)
(Verse)
Damn, yo baby daddy how I ain't him

You #~!!@ whip a (*##$, you broke so no I can't swim
Think she the %#@! in some tights and some fake time
Just because Versace's on my face don't mean I can't see em

Hangin with some bad (*##$es like you have it all
But we ain't $#&@in wit you, ^!$$%s know you messy hoe
Heard you all on Instagram snitchin, what you tellin fo?

I don't leave comments, when I see you I'mma let you know
And my ^!$$%s in the pen said
Tell them #~!!@ ^!$$%s that we still getting bread

DEA, and the feds
The Vice too
It's Buck

Tell a hater I said (fuuuuuuuuuck)
(Verse)
Oh, I said $#&@ em, I don't like em, I don't love em

When the money come homies turn to haters, I don't trust 'em
If the brick ain't coming with a stent I don't touch it
I want that BML with the scorpio when I bust it

Like a (*##$ when she twerkin, young ^!$$%s working
Clown $$# ^!$$%s, we should put you in the circus
In a cage with the lion, let em have you for desert

And test the firing on your army, took a dip in what you're worth it, ^!$$%
$#&@ you, $#&@ you
$#&@ you, $#&@ you

I met this (*##$, she said 'my friend, she wanna'
$#&@ you, $#&@ you
$#&@ you, $#&@ you

I like yo friend, but really, yo, I wanna
$#&@ you, $#&@ you
$#&@ you, $#&@ you

And if I hear my roadie, though, he gotta $#&@, too
Now put your middle fingers up and scream
(Fuuuuuuuuuck)

(Verse)
Haters, ^!$$% mad at the paper
Big crib, ten cars, twenty acres

Twenty chains, ten watches, all my jewels
Lil' watch with the jest, don't let it fool you
I could school you how to look like money

Hustler of the year, could write a book 'bout money
Don't pop them bottles tryna impress them hoes
Once you reup money better tell them hoes, (*##$

(Hook)
$#&@ you, $#&@ you
$#&@ you, $#&@ you

Tell that (*##$ I said
$#&@ you, $#&@ you
$#&@ you, $#&@ you

Tell that hater I said (fuuuuuuuuuck yoooou)

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