DJ Drama, Lil Wayne – FMFU (Official Lyric Video) ft. Roddy Ricch, Gucci Mane Lyrics
Baby
I know you like when I talk nasty to you

If it’s fuck me, then it’s fuck you
Send me your location, I’ma come through
I’ma put it down like you want me to
And every time we fuck you say you love me too
Beatin’ yo back
Pullin’ yo tracks out
I put my kids in her mouth
Put Louie V bags on the couch
I just put a new Patek on her
New VVSs got her iced out
And she like when I fuck her lights out
And I gotta get her like right now

I like to spoil her
Just ‘cause I’m a baller
My bitch came with a bag and she didn’t even need supportin’
My lil’ boy only two and his neck is like a quarter
I built another house and I put it by the water
Diamonds dancing on me and it’s like blue water
Yo bitch run cross the block
Well my bitch run cross the border
Gucci Mane and Roddy dem
No way that y’all stoppin’ them
Drama, that’s my partner dem
Drop tops, we be coppin’ them
Haters know who shot at them
Ice cold but who hot as him?
We don’t need no drop on them
Crew find ‘em Guwop in here

If it’s fuck me, then it’s fuck you
Send me your location, I’ma come through
I’ma put it down like you want me to
And every time we fuck you say you love me too
Beatin’ yo back
Pullin’ in yo tracks out
I put my kids in her mouth
Put Louis V bags on the couch
I just put a new Patek on her
New VVSs got her iced out
And she like when I fuck her lights out
And I gotta get her like right now

And she like it when I fuck her lights out
And I gotta get her like right now
And she like it when I fuck her lights out
She really like that, Tunechi

I be beating her back out
Always got her ass out
I’ma be in her crack house
Got time on my hand
She say I don’t need no handouts
My skeet-skeet came with feet
And down her cheek, it ran down
If it’s fuck me then it’s fuck, yeah
I’ma spread her legs like Jumpman
I’ma jump in it, I’ma crash land
I like a big booty, no flatland
I’ma eat the pussy like a fat man
I’ma beat the pussy like a backhand
Smack her whole booty, I don’t half ass
Got her walkin’ funny, make her tap dance
Fill her car trunk up with Saks bags
Turn her hand bags into cash bags
She a grown woman, she don’t broadcast
That’s hashtag no hashtag
She got a soft ass, she got a fat ass
She got a boyfriend with his whack ass
He a funny nigga, I get the last laugh
She got a cameltoe and I’m black, sayin’

If it’s fuck me, then it’s fuck you
Send me your location, I’ma come through
I’ma put it down like you want me to
And every time we fuck you say you love me too
Beatin’ yo back
Pullin’ yo tracks out
I put my kids in her mouth
Put Louis V bags on the couch
I just put a new Patek on her
New VVSs got her iced out
And she like when I fuck her lights out
And I gotta get her like right now

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DJ Drama, Wiz Khalifa, T.I. – No Weakness (Official Lyric Video) ft. Symba Lyrics
Let me explain somethin’ to you
When I say I’m really like that
What I mean is, I’m the culture (Gangsta)
What I’ve continuously gaven to the game
This shit can’t be duplicated
I’m one of one (Uh), DJ Drama

Poppin’, I came here to get it poppin’
I fuck her, don’t take her shoppin’
That money, I got a lot, that car, it ain’t got no top
These niggas ain’t got no bitches, that’s why they hatin’ a lot
My six-four got switches, I pull up and make ‘em stop (Oh)
They call me Young Khalifa (Oh)
Don’t wanna fuck with no karma, ‘cause I don’t fuckin’ need her
Don’t need niggas to show me love, ‘cause I don’t love ‘em neither
Don’t let politics intervene, I get my money and leave
I hear ‘em talk, but they don’t want it with me (With me)
I fuck her after my show, send her to Unc’ and then she comin’ with me (With me)
Don’t even have to give her number to me
See, all my niggas livin’ comfortably, grow some weed and puff it to me
You’re some freak or flair, I’ll be your supplier
Let’s smoke a paper plane, shorty, let’s get higher
These bitches sellin’ pussy, but I ain’t the buyer
Taylor Gang, my attire, I’m livin’ life like The Wire
If she ain’t fuckin’, she fired (Khalifa)

I don’t care how many times I gotta prove myself (Uh, hahaha)
That’s what I come here for (Hey, hey)
Them niggas not built like us (Hey, hey)
Tip, holler at ‘em (Hey)

Ain’t no accident, it’s the demolition man
Burn ‘em at your set, a fire to your men advanced
Go to war with any man, you can get a chance
Everybody get it, youngin spinnin’ like a ceiling fan (Get ‘em)
Connect you with a brick or a ten or the love
I can get you the bad lawyer when you ran to the Forbes
And get you gone when you in the city (Yeah)
You want a buzz that get you drugs
You want a bitch for a coat that can get you hugs
What you negotiate matter, it ain’t ‘bout what you deserve
A nigga curve a ho’, it’s servin’, ho’
But, nah, with every ho’, they know I go
And go again, the land of the peaches
And they foreign friend, they be goin’ in, ain’t gotta lure ‘em in
Sheesh, so fuck shit, better go on with it
Paper on me at all times, like I was born with it
Anybody get it and anybody fuckin’ with it
Most iconic out of my motherfuckin’ city, nigga (Symba)

Down in Miami, pullin’ yachts off the dock (Yeah)
Barely watch my watch, ‘cause this money come ‘round the clock (Yeah)
I got a few haters, but they too broke to be opps
Tryna juggle all these women, I’m startin’ to feel like my pops
Walkin’ out of Nobu, put Gracie [?] in a drop
I’m with the block, we turned the Hollywood Hills into Ante Up (Facts)
These keyboard killers been constantly takin’ shots
But my dogs’ll put a hole in your steppers, like they was Crocs
These hoes back in they feelings, so what? I’m back on my grind (Yeah)
Where was your bitches at when your bread was longer than mine?
I used to pull out my card and would pray it wouldn’t decline
But God ain’t always answer my prayers to send a sign
The Maybach just like the crib, it came with blinds
The crib got heated marble floors, I’m doin’ fine
Forever about a dime, I promise I had to climb
I ain’t even hit my prime, I told you niggas, results take time

Hahaha, you niggas talkin’ ‘bout flowers
Nigga
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DJ Drama, CyHi, LARussell – We Made It (Official Lyric Video) ft. Carvena Lyrics
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DJ Drama, Jeezy – I Ain’t Gon Hold Ya (Official Lyric Video) Lyrics
Oh yeah
This what y’all been waitin’ for?
Snowman
We back at it
We talkin’ quality street music
I ain’t gon’ hold ya
(We the originators, let’s go)
DJ Drama

I ain’t gon’ hold ya, feel like I got the world on my shoulders
Remind me of weighin’ up them boulders
Catch me in all white Benz, chillin’ at the red light
Top down and that muthafucka gorgeous
What about that Royal Oak AP with the black face
Yeah, that muthafucka blacker than some Folgers
You rollin’ with a real one
Them bitches really love me out here like they love Soulja Slim in the Nola
I ain’t gon’ hold ya
Yeah, ya boy a little bipolar, half general, half soldier
Yeah, I got a hand full of hair while I hit it from the back
While a real nigga blowin’ on some doja (Let’s Go)
Then I’m gon’ fold her
When I get done, I’ma mold her
Same time keepin’ my composure
If she keep makin’ them faces, keep talkin’ to me right
In the mornin’, I’ma roll her back over
Play times over
Came to give you muthafuckas closure
Real niggas only, no posers
If you really got it out the mud like the Rollie on your wrist
Knock that muthafuckin’ dirt up off ya shoulders
I ain’t gon’ hold ya
Nigga really got it with the soda
Really hit them niggas in the motor
Yeah, a nigga really made them deals on the first and the third
‘Cause a nigga really tryna hit his quota
What you know about that odor?
Yeah, a nigga came from the corner
Now I’m legal like Tony Motola (Get ‘em Snow)
Yeah, I really came through the hood in that all white Lamb’
And the first one to do it like Soulja
I ain’t gon’ hold ya
Nigga came through in all black
Muthafucka thought I played for the Raiders
Talkin’ to a street nigga, yeah, I turned real estate mogul
Ain’t no tellin’ what I paid for them acres (That’s facts)
All about that paper
Never been no hatin’ in my nature
Don’t make me Louie V suitcase ya
Make a nigga cry, got so much money in the safe
You gon’ think a muthafucka went and maced ya
Can’t let ‘em break ya
Nah, nah, you can’t let ‘em break ya
Man, you can’t let these muthafuckas snake ya
Nigga when this rap shit done
Get that Magic Johnson money like that nigga when he done with the Lakers
I ain’t gon’ hold ya
Everything I did, I done told ya
Everything I said, I done showed ya
Did this one for my day one niggas
Say what ya say, can’t say a nigga ain’t growed ya
Name a nigga colder
Matter fact, name a nigga bolder
Matter fact, let me name the nigga for ya
Talkin’ ‘bout the B-I-G to the S-N-O, but ya already I done told ya
I ain’t gon’ hold ya

I ain’t gon’ hold y’all
We the greatest to ever do it
Big Snow
DJ Drama
And like that
We gone
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