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t pain - fuck em كلمات الأغنية

feat. waka flocka flame, rich homie quan & young cash

i’m bad, they hate me, they mad.
call my mamma, call me, they hate me, they got beat!

[chorus]

f–k em, f–k em, f–k em
f–k these n-gg-rs, and f–k these b-tches!
f–k em, f–k em, f–k em
they don’t really want me,
yeah, f–k em!

i put that on everything, in my crib,
let me get a couple of drinks in my system,
i go put it down on your b-tch,
man, everybody know about my n-gg-rs,
and i let them put their own.
ran through, put some pedal to the metal.
all y’all n-gg-rs gonna act like we’re not cool.
i sit back with a f-cking joker in the front,
and a few back, b-tches in the back,
and they all want me to touch’em,
later on i’m gonna f–k em, f–k em!

i know y’all n-gg-rs don’t like me
top t-ttie for you gockos,
said you n-gg-rs wanna fight me,
they gonn’leave the club with a broken nose.
yáll keep me going, y’all keep me great,
so i’mma do me, the haters gon’hate.

and i put that on m.j.
i’m bad, they hate me, they mad.
call my mamma, call me, they hate me, they got beat!

[chorus]

f–k em, f–k em, f–k em
f–k these n-gg-rs, and f–k these b-tches!
f–k em, f–k em, f–k em
they don’t really want me,
yeah, f–k em!

i put up in the drop, here,
i’m a friend that they don’t really want,
joker here, i’mma drop ’em dead.
i’mma fend today, know i ain’t wrong.
it’s a half a pipe, n-gg-r,
real lot, i gotta stop there, n-gg-r.
hit it to the twelve,ai’ght,
sawed on my paper, then gone, n-gg-r.
got the wrong n-gg-r, put it on my mamma.
and call my daddy! i like c-nts, i don’t like b-tches.
but they’re on m.j., i know i’m bad,
i ain’t talking about jordan,
i ain’t talking about jackson,
and i put that on m.j.
i’m bad, they hate me, they mad.
call my mamma, call me, they hate me, they got beat!
all i say is

[chorus]

f–k em, f–k em, f–k em
f–k these n-gg-rs, and f–k these b-tches!
f–k em, f–k em, f–k em
they don’t really want me,
yeah, f–k em!

all that talking, but you ain’t gon’do nothing,
pulling out a gun, but you ain’t gon’shoot nothing.
f-ck a bun, checking me, money ain’t nothing,
on the slim, baby, i ain’t playing with you n-gg-rs.
can’t spring with you n-gg-rs, can’t stop ’till the whole world can feel us,
t.s.m., you feel us?
he talking out of mercy, that boy is jealous,
he don’t want no wall,
eighty nine n-gg-rs knocking at your door.
in the club, only goons on the dance floor.
tell t-pain, i’ll call a hundred more.
rats, f-ck boys as long as money’s stat.
been abroad six months, i’m back!
lost wight, but my money’s still fat.
and i put that on m.j.
i’m bad, they hate me, they mad.
call my mamma, call me, they hate me, they got beat!
all i say is

[chorus]

f–k em, f–k em, f–k em
f–k these n-gg-rs, and f–k these b-tches!
f–k em, f–k em, f–k em
they don’t really want me,
yeah, f–k em!

all you n-gg-rs be talking ’cause i’ve got lifted up,
choppers, n-gg-rs, get filled.
f-ck ’em in the head. pow! stumble. pow!
then i reload my clip.
i don’t know what tyrone know,
but young cash wanna play with.
ask these n-gg-rs in the streets,
who have failure to make babies.
matter of fact, jay swoon is where the fifth is,
i’m a shark, i’m swimming where the b-tch is.
and i’ve got chokehold with my hand on the -ss.
coming downtown, watching enough of this.
young cash, i’m a real g, you can see it in my eyes.
you talk to me, but everybody gon’see,
that you about to lie.
young cash in the games, so everybody know that
i’m a smooth criminal.
but when you come to my trap, you gotta buy novelties, at least.
it’s a part of me, on my mamma, on my cheeries, on my hood.
on this verse, you try me, i’ll put your face upt on the show,
and i put that on m.j.
i’m bad, they hate me, they mad.
call my mamma, call me, they hate me, they got beat!
all i say is

[chorus]

f–k em, f–k em, f–k em
f–k these n-gg-rs, and f–k these b-tches!
f–k em, f–k em, f–k em
they don’t really want me,
yeah, f–k em!

- t pain

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