F**k Y’all Niggas Lyrics

F**k Y’all Niggas lyrics

* the same song appears on the outsidaz "night life" ep

Intro
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)

Verse 1 (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 2 (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)

Verse 2 (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 alizé
You can smell their toungues 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!’

Chorus 1

Chorus 2

Chorus 1

Chorus 2