Rah Digga - f** Y'all n***as lyrics

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Rah Digga - f** Y'all n***as lyrics

* the same song appears on the outsidaz "night life" ep Intro Yeah, rah digga once again, about to set it on n***as Representing for all my b**hes across the globe Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon... Chorus 1 (rah digga) Say f** y'all n***as (f** y'all n***as) Everyone of y'all n***as (everyone of y'all n***as) Don't trust y'all n***as (don't trust y'all n***as) f** all y'all n***as (f** all y'all n***as) Verse 1 (rah digga) All my b**hes that had it up to here We about to make changes coming in the new year Say f** y'all n***as (f** y'all n***as) Don't trust y'all n***as (don't trust y'all n***as) Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy f**ers Trife a** strife with all them wack baby mothers f** y'all n***as (f** y'all n***as) Everyone of y'all n***as (everyone of y'all n***as) Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money Chanel money, nike and adidas shell money b**hes 'bout to shut down your whole line of gang Gasp! thinking you gon' put some sh** in money It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting s** a n***a's friend, tell his man like he hit it Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well Bunch of bum a** n***as can't even cop hotels Chorus 1 Chorus 2 (young zee) f** y'all b**hes (f** y'all b**hes) f** all y'all b**hes (f** all y'all b**hes) I don't trust y'all b**hes (don't trust y'all b**hes) So f** y'all b**hes (f** y'all b**hes) Verse 2 (young zee) On my room ceiling, i got mad mirrors built in So when i f** you you're gon' feel like you're at the hilton Fake dime hoes, you give 'em aliz You can smell their toungues from a hundred miles away Y'all lame gucci b**hes (fake gucci b**hes) Stink coochi b**hes (stink coochi b**hes) My n***as pop girls up in back of zee's truck But we ain't going nowhere till after we f** Cause ??? we might not touch, how that sounding? I don't give a f** if a b**h come in growling Tell your girls 'f** everyone of us' Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach bust Drop your drawers, come slop my balls You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and i... Let your pretty a** run loose And go distract the cops while your a** go 'boost!' Chorus 1 Chorus 2 Chorus 1 Chorus 2