F.T.B.
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Lyrics
This for all the kings out there You know who you are I know you know who you are Listen, this for everyone who got their got heart broken By some wack ass bitch I wanna hear you singin' this One, two One, two, three, go! Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch You know what we saying, bro! Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch You ain't no motherfucking angel! Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch I'm tired of you bitches running the streets I blocked you out, I don't want you ever fucking with me I got my kings with me, bitch, and that's all that I need I got some bitches wishing I could be her man I don't wanna talk to her, even be her friend It's been a long time, you already had a chance I'ma put a line through her, but she got some in her hands Bitch, you think you Margot Robbie? Lookin' more like Uncle Sam I don't give a fuck about it, found peace where I am Another bitch fake as fuck, tryna use me for my man Then he blocked that bitch, hoping she would understand Got somebody so attached, never let go of my hand Didn't even have to date her, but she talk like I'm her man I never gave a fuck about her, told her from the jump She a rebound shot 'cause I was waiting on my last I'm tired of you thinking 'bout me, talking 'bout me Dreaming and it's all about me Thought we had a falling out But caught you fucking stalking now? (OH!) You just wanna get my wallet out I'm walking out, she bawling now Don't look me up like Paula Brown Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch You know what we saying, bro! Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch You ain't no motherfucking angel! Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch I'm tired of you bitches running the streets I blocked you out, I don't want you ever fucking with me I got my kings with me, bitch, and that's all that I need If the bars your obituary, I'm spittin' on your grave Don't you tell me I was toxic, you were too, so who's to blame? Babygirl threw the "Curse2TheWorld" right in my face Jump from dude to dude Like a lawyer, she'll take any case Her fam? They fuck with me Her girls? They rock with me Got my little wishes, little women And I'm not Timmy No matter what, you'll never take that from me Mase amazing, in these phrases Know these bitches crazy Stole my clothes She stole my style quite literally Yeah I swear that these women are wack How you gone take my shirt? Bitch, give that shit back! Now her friends bump my shit right to her face Won't admit that I killed the pussy and I beat the case Like O.J., the motherfuckin' glove won't fit (Yeah, hoe!) Went from the new girl to my old bitch, I'm yelling Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch You know what we saying, bro! Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch You ain't no motherfucking angel! Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch I'm tired of you bitches running the streets I blocked you out, I don't want you ever fucking with me I got my kings with me, bitch, and that's all that I need Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch You know what we saying, bro! Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch You ain't no motherfucking angel! Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch I'm tired of you bitches running the streets I blocked you out, I don't want you ever fucking with me I got my kings with me, bitch, and that's all that I need
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:22
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 95 BPM