F**k Y`all Niggaz lyrics

Artist  : Outsidaz 
Song : F**k Y`all Niggaz



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  feat. Rah Digga

[Intro: Rah Digga]
Yeah, Rah Digga once again, about to set it on
niggas
Representing for all my bit*hes across the globe
Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon...

[Chorus 1: Rah Digga]
Say f**k y'all niggas (f**k y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas (Everyone of y'all
niggas)
Don't trust y'all niggas (Don't trust y'all
niggas)
f**k all y'all niggas (f**k all y'all niggas)

[Rah Digga]
All my bit*hes that had it up to here
We about to make changes coming in the new year
Say f**k y'all niggas (f**k y'all niggas)
Don't trust y'all niggas (Don't trust y'all
niggas)
Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy
f**kers
Trife as* strife with all them wack baby mothers
f**k y'all niggas (f**k y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas (Everyone of y'all
niggas)
Let's take their bail money, make it hair and
nail money
Chanel money, Nike and Adidas Shell money
Bit*hes 'bout to shut down your whole line of
gang
Gasp! thinking you gon' put some sh*t in money
It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting
Suck a nigga's friend, tell his man like he hit
it
Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well
 
Bunch of bum as* niggas can't even cop hotels

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus: Young Zee]
f**k y'all bit*hes (f**k y'all bit*hes)
f**k all y'all bit*hes (f**k all y'all bit*hes)
I don't trust y'all bit*hes (Don't trust y'all
bit*hes)
So f**k y'all bit*hes (f**k y'all bit*hes)

[Young Zee]
On my room ceiling, I got mad mirrors built in
So when I f**k you you're gon' feel like you're
at the Hilton
Fake dime hoes, you give 'em AlizÚ
You can smell their tongues from a hundred miles
away
Y'all lame Gucci bit*hes (Fake Gucci bit*hes)
Stink coochi bit*hes (Stink coochi bit*hes)
My niggas pop girls up in back of Zee's truck
But we ain't going nowhere till after we f**k
Cause ??? we might not touch, how that sounding?
I don't give a f**k if a bit*h come in growling
Tell your girls 'f**k everyone of us'
Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach
bust
Drop your drawers, come slop my balls
You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and
I...
Let your pretty as* run loose
And go distract the cops while your as* go boost!

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