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Young Dro - Fdb (remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dro]
West Side Bankhead is where Im from
Everything yall did has been done
My Trew game and my shoe game
You cant touch that shit

[Hook: Young Dro]
Bitch that hollerin bout fuck me?
Nah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch
Bitch that hollerin bout fuck me?
Nah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch
Bitch that hollerin bout fuck me?
Nah, fuck that bitch

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Biatch bitch fuck that bitch like Too $hort
My whole crew hit, fuck you thought?
Bum bitch smokin that Newport
Hoe keep talkin bout fuck me?
Man, fuck that bitch
Hoe told you she aint fuck me?
Man, I fucked that bitch
Why you mad I aint give you stacks?
Why you mad I aint call you back?
I aint buy you that, I aint fly you back
Hoe aspects, that aint how you act
Now that bitch keep talkin bout fuck me?
Fuck that, fuck that bitch
Hoe keep tellin you trust me
Man, I dont trust that bitch
Coke Boys, South Bronx, thats where Im from
That fly shit my niggas talk has never been done
My shoe game is on Hammertime cant touch that shit
Hoe keep talkin bout fuck me?
Man, fuck that bitch

[Hook: Young Dro]

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Imma go three stupid on the remix
Imma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix
Im a Bankhead nigga, so Im straighter than a penis
If you try to West Side, Imma let off like semen
Ice got me anemic, walkin up in Niemans
And every time I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed
My baby mama mad my girl look like a genie
Ive got racks like Venus, 20 stacks in
Bread like panini, eat steaks and zucchini
With your broad in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini
I dont 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, niggas hatin like a goalie
Long neck, group sex all your bitch got for me
Weve been walkin under stars since midnight, homie
Had a shorty, pussy, 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, nigga, you aint even know it
Blowin Headband, strongest in the land
Say you hit it, so you aint the only nigga can
She wanna be a freak, you wanna be a man
Get head in a Coupe, sex in a Sprinter van
Runnin full-court game, no one-on-one
Take that doll, hit her one-on-one
Aint nothin else to do, she wanna cum for fun
Im by myself, hop, run, no one
Nigga she want me like Givenchy
In a presendential suite, nigga, me on three
Why they call me Pussy Pumper, nigga, she gon see
Like she gon see, like she gon see
Okay, Hustle Gang, nigga, only thing I wear
Oh yeah, and
And you know me, hoe
Know where Im from, know where I rep

[Hook: Young Dro]

[Verse 4: Trinidad James]
Southside Clay. Co., thats where Im from
Im on these red bottoms, Rick Owens
Ive been rockin them Jordans
I said now AG, compound give me money, Ill throw it
My hairs luxurious your shit aint growin (lame)
Ive got a smile on my face like Dros old cover
Fuck you bitch on the couch, no cover
Nigga fuck your couch, Im Rick James, brother
She a super freak, she dont like no rubbers
Fuck you, nigga, then fuck your cousin
For some shoes and a couple hundreds
I thought you knew, let me teach you somethin
Shell suck me and kiss you like it aint nothin
that bitch cold nigga, now you know
You hold onto pussy (lame) Ive pussy on hold (pimp)
I get a whole lot of pussy, nigga, after my show
Red, black and white girls yeah, them Trinidads hoes

[Hook: Young Dro]



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Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Songwriters: DJUAN HART, MARKOUS ROBERTS, STEVEN SHARIEF BOLDEN