Feat. Waka Flocka Flame, Rich Homie Quan & Young Cash
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I'm bad, they hate me, they mad.
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Call my mamma, call me, they hate me, they got beat!
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[Chorus]
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F**k Em, F**k Em, F**k Em
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F**k these niggers, and F**k these bitches!
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F**k Em, F**k Em, F**k Em
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They don't really want me,
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Yeah, F**k Em!
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I put that on everything, in my crib,
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Let me get a couple of drinks in my system,
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I go put it down on your bitch,
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Man, everybody know about my niggers,
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And I let them put their own.
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Ran through, put some pedal to the metal.
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All y'all niggers gonna act like we're not cool.
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I sit back with a fucking joker in the front,
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And a few back, bitches in the back,
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And they all want me to touch'em,
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Later on I'm gonna F**k Em, F**k Em!
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I know y'all niggers don't like me
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Top tittie for you gockos,
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Said you niggers wanna fight me,
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They gonn'leave the club with a broken nose.
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Yáll keep me going, y'all keep me great,
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So I'mma do me, the haters gon'hate.
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And I put that on M.J.
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I'm bad, they hate me, they mad.
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Call my mamma, call me, they hate me, they got beat!
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[Chorus]
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F**k Em, F**k Em, F**k Em
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F**k these niggers, and F**k these bitches!
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F**k Em, F**k Em, F**k Em
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They don't really want me,
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Yeah, F**k Em!
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I put up in the drop, here,
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I'm a friend that they don't really want,
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Joker here, I'mma drop 'em dead.
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I'mma fend today, know I ain't wrong.
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It's a half a pipe, nigger,
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Real lot, I gotta stop there, nigger.
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Hit it to the twelve,ai'ght,
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Sawed on my paper, then gone, nigger.
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Got the wrong nigger, put it on my mamma.
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And call my daddy! I like cunts, I don't like bitches.
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But they're on M.J., I know I'm bad,
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I ain't talking about Jordan,
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I ain't talking about Jackson,
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And I put that on M.J.
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I'm bad, they hate me, they mad.
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Call my mamma, call me, they hate me, they got beat!
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All I say is
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[Chorus]
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F**k Em, F**k Em, F**k Em
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F**k these niggers, and F**k these bitches!
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F**k Em, F**k Em, F**k Em
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They don't really want me,
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Yeah, F**k Em!
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All that talking, but you ain't gon'do nothing,
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Pulling out a gun, but you ain't gon'shoot nothing.
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Fuck a bun, checking me, money ain't nothing,
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On the slim, baby, I ain't playing with you niggers.
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Can't spring with you niggers, can't stop 'till the whole world can feel us,
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T.S.M., you feel us?
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He talking out of mercy, that boy is jealous,
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He don't want no wall,
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Eighty nine niggers knocking at your door.
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In the club, only goons on the dance floor.
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Tell T-Pain, I'll call a hundred more.
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Rats, fuck boys as long as money's stat.
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Been abroad six months, I'm back!
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Lost wight, but my money's still fat.
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And I put that on M.J.
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I'm bad, they hate me, they mad.
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Call my mamma, call me, they hate me, they got beat!
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All I say is
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[Chorus]
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F**k Em, F**k Em, F**k Em
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F**k these niggers, and F**k these bitches!
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F**k Em, F**k Em, F**k Em
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They don't really want me,
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Yeah, F**k Em!
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All you niggers be talking 'cause I've got lifted up,
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Choppers, niggers, get filled.
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Fuck 'em in the head. Pow! Stumble. Pow!
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Then I reload my clip.
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I don't know what Tyrone know,
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But Young Cash wanna play with.
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Ask these niggers in the streets,
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Who have failure to make babies.
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Matter of fact, Jay Swoon is where the fifth is,
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I'm a shark, I'm swimming where the bitch is.
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And I've got chokehold with my hand on the ass.
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Coming downtown, watching enough of this.
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Young Cash, I'm a real G, you can see it in my eyes.
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You talk to me, but everybody gon'see,
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That you about to lie.
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Young Cash in the games, so everybody know that
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I'm a smooth criminal.
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But when you come to my trap, you gotta buy novelties, at least.
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It's a part of me, on my mamma, on my cheeries, on my hood.
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On this verse, you try me, I'll put your face upt on the show,
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And I put that on M.J.
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I'm bad, they hate me, they mad.
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Call my mamma, call me, they hate me, they got beat!
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All I say is
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[Chorus]
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F**k Em, F**k Em, F**k Em
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F**k these niggers, and F**k these bitches!
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F**k Em, F**k Em, F**k Em
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They don't really want me,
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Yeah, F**k Em!
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Fuck em
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| T-Pain |
