Cam’ron, Ma$e - Fuck You lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron, Ma$e - Fuck You lyrics]
B, I'm feeling it from the heart now, B
Yo straight up, yo, this Murda
Harlem World is the clique
I'm with my nigga Killa
And we bout to lay it down for y'all niggas
All ya'll faggot ass niggas
Out there that wouldn't
Give us $300 dollars for the tape
To make a demo, FUCK YALL NIGGAZ!
All y'all bitches that wouldn't suck my
Dick when I was Mason Betha
Fuck yall bitches!
And all yall bitches that wanna fuck my nigga
Huddy Combs cuz he roll with me
Fuck yall bitches!
All y'all niggas that fucked around and made
My nigga Blood can't be here
Poppin' them niggas, man, FUCK YALL NIGGAZ!
This goes out to Mr fuckin' Russell
Who never let me gamble or play numbers
You always talkin' bout I'm
Fuckin' too young
And what about that fuckin'
That fuckin' transit cop who
Was there every time
I had to fuckin' hop the train
Wanted to play like he fuckin'
Ran the whole station like he
Like he had to run the whole fuckin' shift
Also yeah, yeah to the teacher who failed me
To the bitch who never bailed me
Yeah, you thought I wasn't
Getting out, right, bitch?!
Well now, I got out, fuck you!
Plus she never gave me no bread
Plus she never gave me no head
And that pussy was soooo wack
It was wack, B, yo, fuck you!
Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro
But now I'm fuckin' yo' ho!
HaHa, fuck you!
But I know these, these bitches wanna
Say 'fuck these niggas', too, right?
He want you to lick his balls
But, yo, his dick is small, ha!
Tell that nigga, fuck you! Fuck him, B
Yeah, he always wanna come beat it
But the nigga never wanna eat it!
Fuck that nigga, Cam will eat it
I really don't care fuck him!
He never spends a dime
And yo he never comes home on time
Fuck him, B
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck y-o-o-o-o-o-ou! Hey! FUCK YOU!
Man, fuck you!
Yo straight up, yo, this Murda
Harlem World is the clique
I'm with my nigga Killa
And we bout to lay it down for y'all niggas
All ya'll faggot ass niggas
Out there that wouldn't
Give us $300 dollars for the tape
To make a demo, FUCK YALL NIGGAZ!
All y'all bitches that wouldn't suck my
Dick when I was Mason Betha
Fuck yall bitches!
And all yall bitches that wanna fuck my nigga
Huddy Combs cuz he roll with me
Fuck yall bitches!
All y'all niggas that fucked around and made
My nigga Blood can't be here
Poppin' them niggas, man, FUCK YALL NIGGAZ!
This goes out to Mr fuckin' Russell
Who never let me gamble or play numbers
You always talkin' bout I'm
Fuckin' too young
And what about that fuckin'
That fuckin' transit cop who
Was there every time
I had to fuckin' hop the train
Wanted to play like he fuckin'
Ran the whole station like he
Like he had to run the whole fuckin' shift
Also yeah, yeah to the teacher who failed me
To the bitch who never bailed me
Yeah, you thought I wasn't
Getting out, right, bitch?!
Well now, I got out, fuck you!
Plus she never gave me no bread
Plus she never gave me no head
And that pussy was soooo wack
It was wack, B, yo, fuck you!
Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro
But now I'm fuckin' yo' ho!
HaHa, fuck you!
But I know these, these bitches wanna
Say 'fuck these niggas', too, right?
He want you to lick his balls
But, yo, his dick is small, ha!
Tell that nigga, fuck you! Fuck him, B
Yeah, he always wanna come beat it
But the nigga never wanna eat it!
Fuck that nigga, Cam will eat it
I really don't care fuck him!
He never spends a dime
And yo he never comes home on time
Fuck him, B
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck y-o-o-o-o-o-ou! Hey! FUCK YOU!
Man, fuck you!