T.I. - FDB (f** Dat b**h) G-Mix lyrics

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** 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 [Lil K] Ima real a** n***a came from the south f**in with b**hes who from the bronx p**y so good ,n***a name me one Trunk full d** n***a hit one Up in my condo I smoke up Cali bud,red head name one Jackpot hittin them bank rolls Yeh n***a know we full paper Money to the ceiling tall as jordan Never loosing money like kobe n***a im on it like rollie Pockets full of green I spend it My girl so curious I bend her Using no rubber on her tho f**in my ho like f** dat b**h Im still in the cold Get a plane and smoke Stamp my name on her like an envolope n***a yeh we shootin your cantalope 50k on me like bang'em all Shout out to young dro And the west side n***as Everywhere we go we bankheads n***as All the Westside n***as say f** dat b**h Ya'll already know im on my sh** bout to hit that sh** like fu*k DAT b*tch 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** 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 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 you try to West Side, I'mma let off like semen Ice got me anemic, walkin' up in Nieman's And every time I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed My baby mama mad my girl look like a genie I've got racks like Venus, 20 stacks in… Bread like panini, eat steaks and zucchini With your broad in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on ‘em like bulimic Pardon, my “High Tymes” album a problem [Hook: Young Dro] [Verse 3: T.I.] …and the yacht match the Rollie, ice like a hockey player Kick it like a soccer player, n***as hatin' like a goalie Long neck, group s** all your b**h got for me We've been walkin' under stars since midnight, homie Had a shorty, p**y, hit it like a fistfight, homie My dick only know what she kiss like, homie See the molly got her goin', you be callin', she ignorin' I went balls-deep in her, n***a, you ain't even know it Blowin' 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 Get head in a Coupe, s** in a Sprinter van Runnin' full-court game, no one-on-one Take that doll, hit her one-on-one Ain't nothin' else to do, she wanna cum for fun I'm by myself, hop, run, no one n***a she want me like Givenchy In a presendential 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… And… you know me, ho Know where I'm from, know where I rep [Hook: Young Dro] [Verse 4: Trinidad James] Southside Clay. Co., that's where I'm from I'm on these red bottoms, Rick Owens… I've been rockin' them Jordans I said now AG, compound – give me money, I'll throw it My hair's luxurious – your sh** ain't growin' (lame) I've got a smile on my face like Dro's old cover f** you b**h on the couch, no cover n***a f** your couch, I'm Rick James, brother She a super freak, she don't like no rubbers f** you, n***a, then f** your cousin For some shoes and a couple hundreds I thought you knew, let me teach you somethin' She'll s** me and kiss you like it ain't nothin' …that b**h cold – n***a, now you know You hold onto p**y (lame) I've p**y on hold (pimp) I get a whole lot of p**y, n***a, after my show Red, black and white girls… yeah, them Trinidad's hoes [Hook: Young Dro]