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letra de fuck you mean - yung tone

[chorus: yung tone]
f-ck you mean?
i ain’t clean
boy, you know i got them g’s
spent 300 on these jeans
just to make sure i get seen
f-ck you mean?
you can’t hit the [?]
you wanna lose your job?
you’s a f-cking body guard, i might [?] the mall
f-ck you mean?
that’s your girl?
don’t tell me you gon’ cuff
that’s the same d-mn [?] that the whole hood [?]
f-ck you mean?
i ain’t paid?
n-gga, you see these racks
[?] you see these bands
n-gga, you see these stacks
f-ck you mean?

[verse 1: yung tone]
b-tch, my clique so [?]
once we hit the scene
everything freeze, all these b-tches [?] glewed on mе
f-ck you mean?
i’m a fiend for [?], it keep me shivеring
bought a [?] spent a quarter on my jeans
i’m so clean
boy, ain’t nothing cheep, this life i live expencive
[?] so godd-mn big, all these n-ggas get defensive
[?] but that sh-t is nothing, ’cause my clique is thugging
ain’t no fussing, we ain’t with the cussing, we just get to bussing
so don’t start it
dearly departed, throwed off in the [?]
got a 40 cal with extra cartrage, glew you to the carpet
you don’t want it
i promis you get [?]
f-ck you mean? i’m being c-cky
really, i’m just being honest
what the f-ck you mean?
[chorus: yung tone]
f-ck you mean?
i ain’t clean
boy, you know i got them g’s
spent 300 on these jeans
just to make sure i get seen
f-ck you mean?
you can’t hit the [?]
you wanna lose your job?
you’s a f-cking body guard, i might [?] the mall
f-ck you mean?
that’s your girl?
don’t tell me you gon’ cuff
that’s the same d-mn [?] that the whole hood [?]
f-ck you mean?
i ain’t paid?
n-gga, you see these racks
[?] you see these bands
n-gga, you see these stacks
f-ck you mean?

[verse 2: trouble]
i don’t know the f-ck you mean
or what the f-ck you saying
[?] tastes sweet, you got another thing coming
automatic [?], you were last seen running
no questions asked, [?] we all [?]
until it’s nothing left
body guard, that don’t mean you hard
get it like [?]
don’t you play with me
watch what you say to me
keep your lips zipped
don’t be mad she wanna lay with me
we can share
like bags of chips in broken homes
your turn, my turn, your turn, my turn
but if you ain’t with it, then she all mine
n-gga, forget it
i’ma keep the ho then
f-ck you mean?
[chorus: yung tone]
f-ck you mean?
i ain’t clean
boy, you know i got them g’s
spent 300 on these jeans
just to make sure i get seen
f-ck you mean?
you can’t hit the [?]
you wanna lose your job?
you’s a f-cking body guard, i might [?] the mall
f-ck you mean?
that’s your girl?
don’t tell me you gon’ cuff
that’s the same d-mn [?] that the whole hood [?]
f-ck you mean?
i ain’t paid?
n-gga, you see these racks
[?] you see these bands
n-gga, you see these stacks
f-ck you mean?

- yung tone

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