Teflon - F-U lyrics

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Teflon - F-U lyrics

Let me find out its my time to shine - ninety nine Prime time is here - time for my props to shine - Premier Load the track up - watch a n***a do work Show his a** act up - wild out - blow the wax up I can see it now, the cars, the b**hes The money, the j**els, guns - in my britches [Fame] Hey yo yo Tef f** that, n***a. Jump in they motherf**in a**, come on Aight Try this one on for size - I won't be able to wipe my a** To rock sh** so I'll just piss on you guys Read the floorplan, we do it the double nine way Crime way - duckin - goin out in a blind rage Learnt to combine ways to profit - who can stop it From pickin pockets - to doing stick ups - to kickin prop sh** We keep it poppin - whatever the way go Long as they know that we here - reason is not a option [Hook] Yo Tef, can I get a verse? f** you, pay me Oh y'all n***as want more f** you, pay me Oh, y'all n***as want in? f** you, pay me We in nine nine b**h, this is prime time Y'all n***as made it like that - I created tight raps Back when n***as was taxin n***as - to do a track I show love - n***as just ain't know how to act Try to play a n***a like that - n***a dont know how to rap I got news for you crooks - not only can I rap I got hooks Not those hooks, the other hooks - look Y'all n***as is f**in with me - getting on my last nerve Acting like y'all could do something with me I throw rocks at hotties - throw Glocks at parties Throw shots of bacardi - col' rock a party Some say what I convey be like the black monday The rap runaway - Slap, put the gun away [Hook] Y'all n***as is just getting started? f** you, pay me Huh, beg ya pardon? f** you, pay me Y'all n***as is down with who? f** you, pay me We in nine nine b**h, this is prime time Private Benjamin - please - I injure men - send yer men In to have a meeting with Tef - have a meeting with d**h Lethal weapon - leakin n stretched - the f** out With his eyes wide open and his tongue stuck out Y'all motherf**ers dont want it - straight up and down I let my artillery speak - from Brownsville housing through Tillery Street Type of motherf**er thats hard to go to war with Cause I got alliances with the n***as you tour with - so come off it If you got beef with me - or M.O.P Believe you me - Ill murder yo a** - on MTV You're f**in with a lunatic that'll put 2 in you 2 in yer crew - 2 in yer chick - f** coming through in a wip I'm doing this red handed - n***a I'm a world cla** bandit Rollin heavily armed on ma** transit To walk up and spark up yer whole damn strip Give a motherf**er a whole damn clip b*tch, this is from the ville