Lil Baby - F U 2X (LYRICS)

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[Verse 1]
Yeah, everybody with me got motion, yeah
Moshpit, Baby, open it up
Five in the morning, open the club (Let's go)
Ran out of ones, so I'm throwin' a dub (Fuckin' it up)
Clean as a whistle, straight from the mud (Real mud)
She know she a dime, but I treat her like a dub
Went around the world, all I needed was a buzz (Oh, yeah)
Tryna hang with us, you gon' have to have a plug
Question of the day, do I still sell drugs? (Do what?)
Yeah-yeah, motherfucker, what you want? Pull up
I done had the baddest of the baddest put up (Okay)
Every time I take a picture, throw the hood up (On God)
Every time it time to handle business, stood up (Stacked)
Nigga think he runnin' off with mine, good luck
She know she the one, but I barely even call (Yeah)
Fake good bitch, so I treat her like a dog
All fly shit, you won't catch her in the mall
Real dream team, each set huggin' ball
Twenty foreign cars, I ain't never gotta walk
Billionaire dollar lawyer, I ain't never gotta talk
Streets love me, ain't never fallin' off
Bought a Cartier bracelet, she don't never take 'em off

[Chorus]
Claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife (Ooh)
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, fuck your life (Lil' boy)
All she want, a young nigga to fuck her right (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, all money and no emotion, yeah (Yes, sir)
"Can't be fucked with," my slogan, yeah (Yes, sir)
Trap house bunkin', that's brodie (That's brodie), yeah
Make another hundred, I'm focused (I'm focused), yeah
Shawty rockin' with me, she a whole pack
White shit, thick like Doja Cat
Fuckin' up the money, you wrong for that (Stupid)
Comin' through trim, we known for that (I do it)
You don't know another nigga like this (Like this)
I ain't fuckin' with these bitches, fell back, they weird
Top tier women, I done had 'em on film (I tried)
My brothers my brothers, I don't got no family (Family)
Ridin' 'round the city with a chop' and a fin
Cross that line, shit, not gon' end (I ain't lyin')
I done T'd up, took my first lil' ten
She was ridin' in the Uber 'til I put her in the Benz (Big dog)
Real livin' legend, I had million dollar spots (You want)
Cocaine water, baking soda in the spot (Whip up)
Whole lot of pounds, we ain't never runnin' out
Goin' Baby land crazy, six thousand a pop (Come trim)
A whole lot of hatin', niggas hopin' that you flop
Ol' broke-ass nigga, you need to go and get a job (Broke)
Knowin' that your bitches start workin' with the cops (Ain't stop)
Talkin' to these bitches, it's the reason he got robbed
[Chorus]
Claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife (Ooh)
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, fuck your life (Lil' boy)
All she want, a young nigga to fuck her right (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

[Outro]
Fuck ya twice, P
I tell ya (Hahaha), tell ya

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