V-Nasty - f** You lyrics

[Verse 1: V-Nasty] I think they mad cause I'm relevant Big choppers put holes in elephants I got a bad b**h and she's elegant Bet a hundred thousand that b**h selling it I'm on the block, b**h I'm doing hella sh** Them s**ers over there, looking is irrelevant I got a bolo coming from Mexico And if the b**hes talking gas, they a** like Texaco I'm a reckless ho, you can't check this ho b**h, my outfit cost more than your necklace, ho And I'm doing sh** that you never seen before Having withdrawals, man, hurry where my blow [Hook: V-Nasty] f** you! b**h f** your mama too! You can't f** with us You can't do what we do [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I got a swag so sick make the whole crowd cough I got a Lamborghini, hit the gas, the b**h get lost You with a loser, need to lose him, it's not your loss I got a suburban tender, she stay in Norcross I'm a boss, you's a worker boy, go jerk off Brick Squad on the stage, know our shirts off And I'm horny as a rhino and her a** soft I got a fetish for a fine ho: I break her off Let's get it on, let's get it in Let's get it on, do it again So bring a friend if you want to Don't tell me what you won't do Want me like I want you? All night long! Let's get it on! [Hook] [Verse 3: Slim Dunkin] I f** her, you lick her I hit her and pa** her The number at the light, I'mma f** her by tonight She say a friend to dice, she allergic to the pipe Angie ridin' around no shoes, f**in' quittin' on dudes 10k from my parents Same shoes on clearance f** your mama, your sister and your kids Would say f** your girl but I already did I be in and out her jaw, can't go in and out her raw And I got them birds, man: I be stuntin like my paws Do it private when I travel: plane Louis in my baggie claim Standing on them couches with V-Nasty and Gucci Mane All the ice on my hands got my fingers cold Call me Slim Dunk: I don't finger roll.. [Hook]