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Young Dre - FDB lyrics

[Hook: Young Dro]
My True game and my shoe game
You can't touch that sh**
A b**h that holler ‘bout “f** me?”
Nah, f** that b**h
f** that b**h, f** that b**h
A b**h that holler ‘bout “f** me?”
Nah, f** that b**h
f** that b**h, f** that b**h
A b**h that holler ‘bout “f** me?”
Nah, f** that b**h

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Three – what you wanna do here?
b**h, I'mma float like root beer
Still workin' on gettin' the Coupe cleared
You ain't got none of my shoe gear
Red on the bottom, right, they're red
Shawty, she a model, her hair red
b**h you ugly and b**h you ugly
And both y'all hoes look scary
I don't wanna get married
Chick, you a bird – Parrot
I'm eatin' so good these hoes like
“Boy you're gettin' fat, eat salad”
I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it in and I'm bunkin'
Got your main b**h on my dick sh** she ain't nothin'
Her hips phat I seen her walk past I was like sh**
She seen my Audemar she tried to touch that, I said “b**h?”
I bang hoes ridin' in the top drop Range Rove
I train hoes I'm a pimp – Trinidad James clothes

[Bridge: Young Dro]
West Side, Bankhead, is where I'm from
Everything y'all did has been done
My True game and my shoe game
You can't touch that sh**

[Hook:]
A b**h that holler ‘bout “f** me?”
Nah, f** that b**h
f** that b**h, f** that b**h
A b**h that holler ‘bout “f** me?”
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/young-dre/remix/fdb.html]
Nah, f** that b**h
f** that b**h, f** that b**h
A b**h that holler ‘bout “f** me?”
Nah, f** that b**h

[Verse 2: Gambino]
Eastside, Zone 6… where I'm from
Got a couple hundreds, I'mma throw a lot of ones
f** her with a rubber, I ain't tryna have sons
n***a mean-mugging, they don't really want none
f** it, I'm turned up – too loud
Ratchet b**hes won't do me
I'm like “What the Hell? I'm on duty now”
I'm rich, used to be poor
I dont really trust ‘em if I met ‘em on tour
Bought a new house, livin' on the top floor
Elevator go “bing” when you at the front door
I ain't never do chores, I ain't takin out trash
I ain't made no beds, got a maid with an a**
But ‘em on blast, I don't give a f**
Got a bad b**h like she peed on the rug
I used to live off of picanha, in '88 like piano…
I'll put your girl on camera
I see the future, Ciara
Molly all in her champagne… she knew it
Big Sean, that baby moms… I do it
f** that b**h with a broken dick… I love my new girl
She don't talk sh**, she don't act extra
She just give brain and the brain so MENSA
Put her in the game, but a n***a might bench her
I don't pay attention, I don't even text her
She wanna talk sh**, but then have a friendship
f** you, b**h, and I hope you offended…
Biotch!

[Hook:]
A b**h that holler ‘bout “f** me?”
Nah, f** that b**h
f** that b**h, f** that b**h
A b**h that holler ‘bout “f** me?”
Nah, f** that b**h
f** that b**h, f** that b**h
A b**h that holler ‘bout “f** me?”
Nah, f** that b**h

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