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LYRICFLUENTF U 2x Lyrics by Lil Baby Lil Baby
Below, you will find the lyrics for F U 2x by Lil Baby.
Yeah, everybody with me got motion, duh
Moshpit, Baby, open it up
Five in the mornin', open the club
Ran out of ones, so I'm throwin' a dub
Clean as a whistle, straight from the mud
She know she a dime, but I treat her like a dub
Went around the world, all I needed was a buzz
Tryna hang with us, you gon' have to have a plug
Question of the day, do I still sell drugs?
Yeah-yeah, motherfucker, what you want? Pull up
I done had the baddest of the baddest put up
Every time I take a picture, throw the hood up
Every time it time to handle business, stood up
Nigga think he runnin' off with mine, good luck
She know she the one, but I barely even call
Fake good bitch, so I treat her like a dog
All fly shit, you won't catch her in the mall
Real dream team, me and Ced hoggin' ball
Twenty foreign cars, I ain't never gotta walk
Billionaire dollar lawyer, I ain't never gotta talk
Streets love me, ain't never fallin' off
Bought a Cartier bracelet, she don't never take 'em off
Claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, fuck your life
All she want, a young nigga to fuck her right
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice
Yeah, all money and no emotion, yeah
'Can't be fucked with,' my slogan, yeah
Trap house bunkin', that's brodie yeah
Make another hundred, I'm focused yeah
Shawty rockin' with me, she'll hold a pack
White shit, thick like Doja Cat
Fuckin' up the money, you wrong for that
Comin' through trim, we known for that
You don't know another nigga like this, I'm him
I ain't fuckin' with these bitches, fell back, they weird
Top tier women, I done had 'em on film
My brothers, my brothers, I don't got no family
Ridin' 'round the city with a chop' and a fin
Cross that line, shit, not gon' end
I been T'd up since my first lil' ten
She was ridin' in the Uber 'til I put her in the Benz
Real livin' legend, I had million dollar spots
Cocaine water, baking soda in the pot
Whole lot of pounds, we ain't never runnin' out
Goin' BABY LAND crazy, six thousand a pop
A whole lot of hatin', niggas hopin' that you flop
Ol' broke-ass nigga, you need to go and get a job
Knowin' that your bitches start workin' with the cops
Talkin' to these bitches, it's the reason he got robbed
Claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, fuck your life
All she want, a young nigga to fuck her right
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice
Fuck ya twice, P
I tell ya
Tell ya, tell ya
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