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letra de fuck you serv - mr. serv-on

you know you done f-cked up right?
i got yo hoe.
i’m yo b-tch n-gg-?
aight.

[x3]
back up off me, back up off me
when i step in this b-tch i wanna hear you scream

[verse 1:]

n-gg- hoe this
n-gg- what? n-gg- b-tch that in fact
bigga i ain’t yo’ motherf-ckin hoe or yo’ motherf-ckin b-tch
betta yet let’s sit where all the motherf-ckin killers sit
so i can get in the middle; get rowdy push and shove
n-gg- where the f-ck i come from, we call it love
n-gg- i’ll never be caught in the back
n-gg- that’s where all the pretty m-th-f-ckaz be sittin at
you know the b-tches that’s scared to bust back
i f-ck wit drug dealers, n-gg- cap pealers
if i come to yo’ town and you ain’t got one
i’ma leave wit a million motherf-ckin killers
tank soldiers, marchin, sh-t talkin
if you want me to holla at ya dawg n-gg- start f-ckin barkin (barking)
if you bustas bust first, and i bag sh-t
or see a n-gg- with his hoe and you still talkin
b-tch you came to the right clique
i’m the type of n-gg- i don’t f-ck wit retaliation
n-gg- i’ll step in this b-tch and i’ll start a pistol whippin session
ya heard me?

[chorus:]

rowdy is the f-ck n-gg-
bout it is the f-ck n-gg-
so what the f-ck you said?
f-ck you serv!
[x3]

back up off me, back up off me
when i step in this b-tch i wanna hear you scream
[more x3]

[verse 2:]

i said i’m with no limit and y’all n-gg-z hate me
i f-ck wit the hoez y’all wanna f-ck and y’all n-gg-z sit
around like some b-tches and talk about me
i f-ck the hoes y’all love to f-ck, now you ain’t know that
go head n-gg- dont be like no b-tch n-gg-
come on now talk about me; i’m a war n-gg-, battle ready
i’ll step in the motherf-ckin ring n-gg-
you bad as f-ck come on and test me
cutthroat drug dealer from st. louis to miami accept me
why the f-ck y’all from the same place
and why the f-ck y’all gon’ sweat me?
his daddy’s car, his daddy’s house
i know some pregnant hoes who got some better sh-t to talk about
big vi’s told me killers don’t talk
they just put 15 alb-ms in the top 25 and every f-ckin music shop
and now i’m bout to add mines
and i can see it in your heart you f-ckin hate my kind
cause i f-ck wit the pound, cause i’m wit no limit
cause i sell more records on yo’ block than you did in yo’ town
you best to be leavin n-gg- don’t be mad, ease up clown
n-gg- dont make me lay it f-ckin down!

[chorus: repeat until fade]

- mr serv on

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