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Fdb (fuck Dat Bitch) Lyrics


Young Dro Fdb (fuck Dat Bitch)


West Side, bang here, where you from?
Everything y'all did been done
My true game and my shoe game
Can't touch this shit

Bitch that hola 'bout f..ck me
And I f..ck that bitch
F..ck that bitch, f..ck that bitch
Bitch that hola 'bout f..ck me
And I f..ck that bitch
F..ck that bitch, f..ck that bitch
Bitch that hola 'bout f..ck me
And I f..ck that bitch
F..ck that bitch, f..ck that bitch

Three, what you wanna do here?
Eat you on the floor like root beer
Still working on getting in the cool club
You ain't got nigga my shoe gear
Bread on the bottom like dairy
Sound chill
Eat you ugly and beat you ugly
Move you hoe, you scary
Don't wanna get married
Chip you a bird, perry
I'm in so good be whole like boys near fatty's celly
All round and round and no give to me and no bugging
Got your main business my dick shit, she ain't messing
Our heals fast, she want piss, it's like shit
She seeing my automobile she try to push that, I said bitch
I bang hoes, riding in a drop top Range Rover
I train hoes, I'm a pimp, try that j clothes

West Side, bang here, where you from?
Everything y'all did been done
My true game and my shoe game
Can't touch this shit

Bitch that hola 'bout f..ck me
And I f..ck that bitch
F..ck that bitch, f..ck that bitch
Bitch that hola 'bout f..ck me
And I f..ck that bitch
F..ck that bitch, f..ck that bitch
Bitch that hola 'bout f..ck me
And I f..ck that bitch
F..ck that bitch, f..ck that bitch

Three, FDB man, fly like L train
Me and Melou's got trucker boys on
You ain't got that paramedics
With my LDB clear, better 3D shit
You tell that bitch, man, f..ck that hoe
Ain't still no cheap treat
Sip your bitch where's your skirt at?
All I like you blowing me kush on me like burn paper
Y'all niggas so weak and bitch you so green
I pull up on the scene in the green Celine
Yeah nigga, I'm too clean
West side was upper, yeah I'm making my supper
F..ck that bitch 'fore I do that shit
I'm like need me a rubber
Barely on road turn, one whip, four guns
If the seat bait mamma, f..ck that bitch then head to nowhere

West Side, bang here, where you from?
Everything y'all did been done
My true game and my shoe game
Can't touch this shit

Bitch that hola 'bout f..ck me
And I f..ck that bitch
F..ck that bitch, f..ck that bitch
Bitch that hola 'bout f..ck me
And I f..ck that bitch
F..ck that bitch, f..ck that bitch
Bitch that hola 'bout f..ck me
And I f..ck that bitch
F..ck that bitch, f..ck that bitch

West Side, bang here, where you from?
Everything y'all did been done
My true game and my shoe game
Can't touch this shit
Bitch that hola 'bout f..ck me
And I f..ck that bitch





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