Young Dro - f** That b**h (remix) lyrics

[Intro: Young Dro] West Side Bankhead is where I'm from Everything y'all did has been done My Trew game and my shoe game You can't touch that sh** [Hook: Young Dro] b**h that hollerin' ‘bout "f** me?" Nah, f** that b**h f** that b**h, f** that b**h b**h that hollerin' ‘bout "f** me?" Nah, f** that b**h f** that b**h, f** that b**h b**h that hollerin' ‘bout "f** me?" Nah, f** that b**h [Verse 1: French Montana] b*atch... b**h - f** that b**h like Too $hort My whole crew hit, f** you thought? Bum b**h smokin' that Newport Ho keep talkin' ‘bout "f** me?" Man, f** that b**h Ho told you she ain't f** me? Man, I f**ed that b**h Why you mad I ain't give you stacks? Why you mad I ain't call you back? I ain't buy you that, I ain't fly you back Ho aspects, that ain't how you act Now that b**h keep talkin' ‘bout "f** me?" f** that, f** that b**h Ho keep tellin' you "trust me" Man, I don't trust that b**h Coke Boys, South Bronx, that's where I'm from That fly sh** my n***as talk has never been done My shoe game is on Hammertime - can't touch that sh** Ho keep talkin' ‘bout "f** me?" Man, f** that b**h [Hook: Young Dro] [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]