Jarren Benton - f** You Too lyrics

So much haters in the room, that I'm cleaning up my life with We don't know the truth, yet. They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite with We don't hear the news, yet. So we're like f** you, too, n***a, we ain't got to pretend Cause we don't f** with you, n***as, who the f** said we're friends? Came in this motherf**er by myself, when I leave I'm a take some more n***as, I'm allergic to them broke n***as, & dem hatin & dem hoe n***as. My rist, better be low, n***as, my b**hes got a hole with 'em, the hoe Mayday! f**! 2Chainz! Came in this motherf**er by myself, when I leave I'm a take some more n***as, I'm allergic to them bro n***as, & dem hatin & dem hoe n***as I'm a risk, better be low, n***as, my b**hes got a hole with 'em, The hoe got some more with her, I'm a f**ing whine, watch this person. B-blocks, go turn us, grind on gorilla, f** us on go, dealer Got my b**h on road k**er, ride it like a fool would have This is for a deal and is for fun, and it is eight of fun and got p**y good, then I ate a dope. Real n***a can make it up, take a cab, take a bus, just get here. My last year, yo, this year, I'm in my partner jeep with no windshield. Make more money than you should steal, big wheels, big life, dog calls, big fight. And I got that get right. So much haters in the room, and I'm cleaning up my life with We don't know the truth, yet. They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite with We don't hear the news, yet. So we're like f** you, too, n***a, we ain't got to pretend Cause we don't f** with you, n***as, who the f** said we're friends? n***as gonna hate us, what they're gonna do? I'm sure that if I was them I would hate me, too. They couldn't walk a mile in my big a** shoes. Oh, oh, excuse! n***as said my accent make them sick, should I say my accent made me rich? Put it in a couple of my billboard hits, damn. By the time motherf**ers know who I am, yeah, my n***a, I'm the motherf**er man. Keep these greese boss over n***a like pan, pam, and I live in them over circle over ready from the bine Why the f** I need rehearsal, you'll just urk me, you're some nerdies, see, I call y'all n***a purple. I'm so hot, yeah, I'm hot, like I'm blowing on that purple purple Purple on my n***as and they're pa**ing in the circle Second hand like a motherf**er, coughing like a motherf**er Yeah, and the only thing a n***a gonna change is gear Yeah, motherf**ers, keep what I wear What, I'm honest so next year, yeah, yeah, you hear? So go ahead, say what you want, honestly, my n***a, my only b**h is talk Honestly, my n***a, I don't give a f**. So much haters in the room, and I'm cleaning up my life with We don't know the truth, yet. They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite with We don't hear the news, yet. So we're like f** you, too, n***a, we ain't got to pretend Cause we don't f** with you, n***as, who the f** said we're friends? Jarren with a J, yeah, a n***a it's hard, get hoes late that I might get on Solo n***a, no anturage, get head in the mouth like bonne voyage You ain't real, n***a, you a mirage, you said motherf**er like oh my God b**h, come and get a n***a bit of ma**age Man, I want to put my dick inside of Nikki Minaj. Pull up at the club in a neon Dodge, get a hoe and take her to the drink all lounge Nashville is full of it, get on the porch Underdog n***a, I'm a bit dosage What the hell yo' n***a, wanna heck 'till I go and get that F And the ant to the care and I cared them while I'm dirty With the twelves in the back, beat them like a put the motherf**er aid on with the eight, yeah, yeah. Z O I I S I S, sign you b**h, got planes on deck Got one, got ten, got twelve, five, seven, got sold upons, got swag, got tags n***as hate when I get love in the club in the bathroom stall, doing d** in the club Like from my hip on a day full of sh**, pull a n***a and I draw blood in a club. Uh, get a slug in the mall, have a n***a lick the blood in a wall Cause he open that dust and I cannot be touched, I don't fall to a fall You ain't f**ing with us. Talk to the corpse like "dammit, answer", may put him in the truck like gangster Anthony f** you, your mom, your dad, your wife, your kids, your aunties and all your family. So much haters in the room, and I'm cleaning up my life with We don't know the truth, yet. They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite that We don't hear the news, yet. So we're like f** you, too, n***a, we ain't got to pretend Cause we don't f** with you, n***as, who the f** said we're friends?