Nigga Fuck You testo
Da Proverbs
Testo
Verse 1
I'm From The Dirty. These Bama Boys Be Taking It Over.
So smell The Foldgers. Cause You Might Get Powered Bomb On Shoulders.
Got Coke Like Cola
White like Them bears that was polar
My City The Ville we bringing pain like a drill to your Molars
These Bama Boys they gonna cock it and put you on your back pocket
If You choose to cock it we got rockets snatching out your back sockets
Urbansound We making paper you throwing dap to man.
Yall boys getting punked like them dudes on Puffy's Making The Band
Yall soft like some T.P. thast wiping my butt cheeks
Even with a thousand hoes you still couldn't fuck beast
Make hits kick like Shinobi or Bruce Lee feet.
When yall boys try to ryme it sounds like loose teeth speech
What I spit I'm leaving yall back at the door
My bars roll like a X fiend that's out of control
But I'm back from before
Just spitting the facts when I flow
I'm letting yall know
These Huntsville boy's be rapping for sho
Ho.
Hook
Nigga Fuck You
Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x
And if you didn't know I'm back at your door
Packing The four
Bout to put your back to the floor
Ho
Nigga Fuck You
Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x
And if you didn't know I'm blazing the Dro
Waiting to score
Trying to sell a bird at your door
Ho
Verse 2
Approach me cautiously
Make all yo people call the law for me.
The way I do you awfully
Got them backing up off of me
Make me wonder why these niggas even want to start with me
You know I knew you was the Captain of the Hoe team obviously
But you stay on the mic though not the one off in the booth
But the one off in your shirt that alerts all of them white folks
I hate dealers with badges
Flaming faggots and actors
Misses like you turn your momma in you need you ass kicked
What is it you mad cause none your kids look like you
Or cause they know they pops is a Bitch and he look like you
Couldn't be more of a hoe with biker shorts at Riker's
Or doing table dances daily for the excitement
Its certain we ripping the stage and running the stage in curtains
You worthless
Peter puffing up
Guzzling up serpents
Your purpose
Multiple hearses up in my verses
Yall nurses need to carry purses you punk bitch
Hook
Nigga Fuck You
Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x
And if you didn't know I'm back at your door
Packing The four
Bout to put your back to the floor
Ho
Nigga Fuck You
Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x
And if you didn't know I'm blazing the Dro
Waiting to score
Trying to sell a bird at your door
Ho
I'm From The Dirty. These Bama Boys Be Taking It Over.
So smell The Foldgers. Cause You Might Get Powered Bomb On Shoulders.
Got Coke Like Cola
White like Them bears that was polar
My City The Ville we bringing pain like a drill to your Molars
These Bama Boys they gonna cock it and put you on your back pocket
If You choose to cock it we got rockets snatching out your back sockets
Urbansound We making paper you throwing dap to man.
Yall boys getting punked like them dudes on Puffy's Making The Band
Yall soft like some T.P. thast wiping my butt cheeks
Even with a thousand hoes you still couldn't fuck beast
Make hits kick like Shinobi or Bruce Lee feet.
When yall boys try to ryme it sounds like loose teeth speech
What I spit I'm leaving yall back at the door
My bars roll like a X fiend that's out of control
But I'm back from before
Just spitting the facts when I flow
I'm letting yall know
These Huntsville boy's be rapping for sho
Ho.
Hook
Nigga Fuck You
Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x
And if you didn't know I'm back at your door
Packing The four
Bout to put your back to the floor
Ho
Nigga Fuck You
Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x
And if you didn't know I'm blazing the Dro
Waiting to score
Trying to sell a bird at your door
Ho
Verse 2
Approach me cautiously
Make all yo people call the law for me.
The way I do you awfully
Got them backing up off of me
Make me wonder why these niggas even want to start with me
You know I knew you was the Captain of the Hoe team obviously
But you stay on the mic though not the one off in the booth
But the one off in your shirt that alerts all of them white folks
I hate dealers with badges
Flaming faggots and actors
Misses like you turn your momma in you need you ass kicked
What is it you mad cause none your kids look like you
Or cause they know they pops is a Bitch and he look like you
Couldn't be more of a hoe with biker shorts at Riker's
Or doing table dances daily for the excitement
Its certain we ripping the stage and running the stage in curtains
You worthless
Peter puffing up
Guzzling up serpents
Your purpose
Multiple hearses up in my verses
Yall nurses need to carry purses you punk bitch
Hook
Nigga Fuck You
Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x
And if you didn't know I'm back at your door
Packing The four
Bout to put your back to the floor
Ho
Nigga Fuck You
Naw Nigga Fuck with me 2x
And if you didn't know I'm blazing the Dro
Waiting to score
Trying to sell a bird at your door
Ho