FKi - FDB (Remix 2) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] Hustle Gang Remix! F.D.B! [Bridge: Young Dro] West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from Everything y'all did, it been done My Tru game and my shoe game You can't touch that sh** [Hook: Young Dro] b**h steady holl'in' ‘bout "f** me?" Nah, f** that b**h f** that b**h (x2) b**h steady holl'in' ‘bout "f** me?" Nah, f** that b**h f** that b**h (x2) b**h steady holl'in' ‘bout "f** me?" Nah, f** that b**h [Verse 1: French Montana] Biotch! f** that b**h like Too $hort My whole crew here, f** you thought? Bum b**h smoking that Newport Ho keep talking bout "f** me" Man, f** that b**h Ho told you she ain't f** me? Man, I f**ed that b**h Why you mad I ain't give you stacks? Why you mad I ain't call you back? I ain't buy you that, I ain't fly you back Poor a** n***a, that ain't how you act Now a b**h talking bout "f** me" Man, f** that b**h Ho keep telling you "trust me" Man, I don't trust that b**h Coke Boys, South Bronx, that's where I'm from That fly sh** my n***as talk never been done My shoe game is on Hammer Time, can't touch that sh** Ho keep talking bout "f** me" Man, f** that b**h [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Dro] I'mma go three, stupid on the remix I'mma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix I'm a Bankhead n***a, so I'm straighter than a penis If ya try the Westside, I'mma nut up like semen Ice got me anemic, walking up in Neiman's And everytime I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed My baby mama mad and my girl look like a genie I got racks like Venus, 20 stack in my jeans Bread like panini, eating steaks and zucchini Wit' ya broad in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on 'em like bulimic Pardon, my High Time album a problem, wait! [Hook] [Verse 3: T.I.] I'm the yacht master, Rollie iced like a hockey player Kick it like a soccer player, n***a hating like a goalie Long neck, group s**, all your b**h got for me We been walking on the stars since midnight, homie I destroy the p**y, hit it like a fist fight, homie My dick only know what she kiss like, homie See, the molly got her gone, you be calling, she ignoring I was balls deep in it, n***a, you ain't even know it Blowing headband, strongest in the land Say you hit it? So, you ain't the only n***a can! She wanna be a freak, you wanna be a man Getting head in the Coupe, s** in the Sprinter Van Running full court game, no one-on-one Take this dub, hit a one on one Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun I'm by myself, I brung no one n***a, she want me like Givenchy In a presidential suite, n***a, me on three Why they call me p**y pumper? n***a, she gon' see Like she gon' see, like she gon' see Okay, Hustle Gang, n***a, only thing I wear Oh yeah, and A King of Oneself And Strivers Row, you know me, ho Know where I'm from, know what I rep [Hook] [Interlude: Young Dro] (I train hoes, I'm a pimp, Trinidad Jame$ clothes) [Verse 4: Trinidad Jame$] Southside, ClayCo, that's where I'm from I'm on these Red Bottoms, Rick Owens I been rocking them Jordans I said now, Ag compound Gimme money, I'll throw it My hair luxurious, yo' sh** ain't growing! I got a smile on my face like Dro old cover f** yo' b**h on the couch, no cover n***a, f** yo' couch, I'm Rick James, brother She a super freak, she don't like no rubbers f** you, n***a, then f** yo' cousin For some shoes and a couple hundred I thought you knew, let me teach you something She'll s** me and kiss you like it ain't nothing Ugh, that b**h cold, n***a, now you know You hold on the p**y? I got p**y on hold I get a whole lot of p**y, n***a, after my show Red, black and white girls, yeah, they them Trinidad hoes [Hook] [Outro: DJ Drama] I told you Hustle Gang on everything Tip, French, Trinidad Droski, DJ Drama