Fuck You lyrics

Artist  : Lil` Kim 
Song : Fuck You



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[Lil Cease]
Nine shots greet ya greet
ya
Hang with Little Ceaser
But don't sling
pizza pizza
The gat carryin'
Rap
barbarian
'96 Blake Carrington
I brings the
most dangerous diseases
Trife please mc's of
all types
Homosexuals dice
intellectuals
Like my flow my charm
Wifey
on the arm and stay fuckin other bitches
Style
never switches
Inhale exhale
Bail Neno Brown
out for shooting up a townhouse
And him
**sted** kids fled
Rumors was dead
No beef
with no cliques
Niggas don't want
shit
Trife impresses
Lex's, GsSs
Chicks
in iceberg dresses
Who the
bestest
M.A.F.I.A.
But faggot niggas wanna
spoil it
Stop me from having marvel
forces,
Den gold Taurus
I force it down
your throat like sodomy
Mama proud of
me
Cuz I stopped killing niggas for
free

Lil Kim:
Uh, Uh, The Anne
Klein
Sporting coke
Snorting niggas
lovely
I keep my pussy fresh like
Dudley
Watch this show as my flow bubble
over
Like Mo's and Cristal's
Ain't here to
bust a pistal
Sippin hard on
Cristal
Dreaming counts, large amounts
Cuz
Frank don't play with lai money
Get high
money
Ready to die ****
No if, ands, or
maybes
I'm not your average lady
Put that
on my 380
Me and my bitch catch flights to
Texas
Niggas call us Crystal and
Alexus
Bump into some hoes that be in Huston
busting
Trunk full of Donna Karen in the
rental LeBaron
Uh, who us, we just
swerving
In the dark blue Suburban
Drinking
Burbon
With Heinekens for the
chaser
Police'll never chase us
We too fly
for that
Process the fingerprinted
We too
**** for that
I be, flirtin for
certain
Wearing short skirts and
But ain't
no **** certain
See, that's the difference
between me and other bitches
They fuck to get
they riches
I fuck to bust a nut
Lil Kim
not a slut
I gotta reputation to look out
for
Plus my boss is a
outlaw

Biggie:
Uh, these mothafuckas
think they tough guys
Mothafuckas better hold
hands stepping on ***
Foggot ass
mothafuckas
Really ain' t no true
players

Larceny:
Death comes the ****
that oppose the clique
Dick-riders get off the
dick
Cuz Larceny got guns for yall
And if I
get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for
yall
Catching cases, niggas pull they macs
out
Niggas getting mad cuz I dug they backs
out
Then I blacks out
Start shooting kids,
cribs suspicious
Making my escape jumping
bridges
Malicious, sometimes the danger taste
delicious
Rule number three don't take love
from no bitches
You know what makes me much
stronger than you
I can take pain much longer
than you
So what you gonna do when I run up in
that ass, creep
How you wanna spit a
***grease***