FKi - FDB (Remix) lyrics

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FKi - FDB (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Young Dro] Westside, Bankhead, is where I'm from Everything y'all did, it been done My True game and my shoe game You can't touch that sh** A b**h that holler ‘bout "f** me?" Nah, f** that b**h f** that b**h, f** that b**h A b**h that holler ‘bout "f** me?" Nah, f** that b**h f** that b**h, f** that b**h A b**h that holler ‘bout "f** me?" Nah, f** that b**h [Verse 1: Young Dro] Three, what you wanna do here? b**h, I'mma float like root beer Still workin' on gettin' the Coupe cleared You ain't got none of my shoe gear Red on the bottom, right, they're red Shawty, she a model, her hair red b**h you ugly and b**h you ugly And both y'all hoes look scary I don't wanna get married Chick, you a bird - Parrot I'm eatin' so good these hoes like "Boy you're gettin' fat, eat salad" I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it in and I'm bunkin' Got your main b**h on my dick sh** she ain't nothin' Her hips phat I seen her walk past I was like sh** She seen my Audemar she tried to touch that, I said "b**h?" I bang hoes ridin' in the drop top Range Rove[r] I train hoes, I'm a pimp, Trinidad James clothes [Bridge: Young Dro] West Side, Bankhead, is where I'm from Everything y'all did has been done My True game and my shoe game You can't touch that sh** [Hook] [Verse 2: Gambino] Eastside, Zone 6 where I'm from Got a couple hundreds I'mma throw 'em like ones f** her with a rubber, I ain't tryna have sons n***a mean-mugging, they don't really want none f** it, I'm turnt up, too loud Ratchet b**hes won't do me I'm like "What the hell I'mma do now?" I'm rich, used to be poor I don't really trust 'em if I met 'em on tour Bought a new house, livin' on the top floor Elevator go *BING* when you at the front door I ain't never do chores, I ain't never do trash I ain't made no beds, got a maid with an a** Put 'em on blast, I don't give a f** Got a bad b**h like she peed on the rug I used to live off of Candler in '88 like piano I'll put your girlfriend on camera I see the future, Ciara Molly all in her champagne, she knew it Big Sean that baby moms, I do it f** that b**h with a broken dick, I love my new girl She don't talk sh**, she don't act extra She just give brain and the brain so MENSA Put her in the game, but a n***a might bench her I don't pay attention, I don't even text her She wanna talk sh**, but then have a friendship f** you, b**h, and I hope you offended Beeyotch! [Hook]