Lirik Birdman - Fuk Em

Yeah, prime time 'bout mine, nigga
Jewelry on
Rich Gang!
Hublot
Rich Gang!
Pussy

Golf ball in my ear, nigga
Chains with the big thangs on 'em
Fame came to my block, nigga
My lil' niggas gon' pop, nigga
My fishtail keep curvin', nigga
Doin' donuts, we swervin', nigga
Gettin' money, nigga, you heard me, nigga
Get money, nigga, straight servin', nigga
Uptown, been a G 'bout mine
Came 'round, put it down 'bout mine
Got money, nigga, been stuntin', nigga
Big guns, nigga, been huntin' niggas
Couple mil' in them ceilings, nigga
Couple of birds in them buildings, nigga
Switched it up and hit another town
Get money, nigga, layin' it down

Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em, yeah
Fuck 'em, yeah
Fuck 'em, yeah
Fuck 'em
Yeah

When it's time, ain't no playin', just gon' lay 'em down
Clean my mirrors, clutchin' pistols, devil stay around
Yeah I'm still on, we's 'bout breakin' Ps down
[?], bitches pretty but they evil, but can't leave 'em
Got my reasons, woah
Pull up and drive it, I've gotta go
People be hot, I learned your spot then kick your door
Fall off for what? Yeah I'm gon' stunt
I want for nothin'
Rich Gang or nothin'
If not then fuck 'em, mothafuck with me

Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em, yeah
Fuck 'em, yeah
Fuck 'em, yeah
Fuck 'em
Yeah

Stone ride, they stole Big G
One of the last original hot boys, that's got to be me
I've been a gangsta, don't fuck with wangstas
In the pen with them hands, on the street I'm totin' them bangers
What's happenin', pussy?
I don't fuck with pussies
You can play pussy
Make a nigga bust your pussy
I did fed time
I did state time
Took it like a man
And bitch I never drop a dime, fuck 'em

Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em, yeah
Fuck 'em, yeah
Fuck 'em, yeah
Fuck 'em
Yeah

You understand me?
It's just this simple, boy
I know it's a lot of shit, but you feel me?
Who put this shit together, nigga?
Me, that's who
Who took nothin' and turned it into somethin' that started with nothin'?
Me, that's who
Who made niggas millionaires and they ain't have nothing' before I met 'em
And then I made 'em rich and stuff, nigga?
Me, that's who
Who went to the penitentiary, caught 5 and had 15
And came out with 10 on paper, nigga?
Who went uptown movin' birds, puttin' in work, gettin' in work?
Me, that's who
Who sold a billion records, nigga?
Me, that's who
Who was 16, nigga with a mil' cash, nigga
Me, that's who
Rich Gang lifestyle, boy
Rich Gang!
BLAT!

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