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F*** Boy

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F*** Boy Lyrics

[Verse 1: Creative Gold]

Okay now Brownsville's my residence, stash box full of medicine
On a different level who the fuck are ya'll, end your whole career with a couple bars
Brooklyn nigga got Harlem with me, none of these niggas want problems with me
Henny in the system looking for some income, bitch in the backseat a nigga met last week
Damn, who really want war with me, got some real niggas on tour with me
Getting crew love while we overseas, on my high horse smoking polo trees
Mixtape ain't take a break, poppin now get all kind of hate
Tell me really what it is, hit a nigga head for the bread, 1-0-9-0 you know what I said
Yo Rich what up, let's fuck shit up
Do these bitches like Remy did Lady Luck
They ain't wanna see a nigga eat
Now I'm the hottest thing playing in the streets
Yeah I'm a real nigga, hi hater
I'm heartless I swear I need a pacemaker
Don't bake pies, pay the baker
This my city, I need a spread in Fader

[Hook: Creative Gold]

Real niggas all black, black cars, black straps
All you niggas that's hating we don't see you niggas on our map
What up though, what's new bro, I see you niggas missing
Cause I don't like no fuck boys riding with my clique kid
Fuck that, Fuck boy (x6)

Cause I don't like no Fuck boys riding with my clique kid

[Verse 2: Creative Gold]

Them boys see me round town, they try to talk but I don't hear nothing
From Brownsville to Bed-Stuy, got real goons I ain't near frontin
East coast we on the rise, taking it back from these other guys
I'm A.I. but they feed lies, we ball hard like we 6'9
Globetrotters, Monstars, we do it big we do it large
In my hood you get robbed, two black eyes a knife scar
Niggas in the four, Ludacris throwing them bows
All at my shows, strong like Gasol in the post
Marc when the gun go Pau, one shot make your big brother lay out

Fuck you and your mother's couch, yeah I'm so disrespectful shouts to the rebel
Aim for the top and we never settle, you popcorn niggas so sweet like kettle
Come through and fuck shit up like Neville
These fiends in the street bam bam for pebbles
Werewolf life, Jacob the bezzel
Shine on a hoe got her feeling special
Rockstar with some ill raps, want a verse from me you need ill racks
This here for play so play along, tell your homegirl this your favorite song
No red bull but I stay fly, get drunk, stay high
BK, NY, this my city you see why
[Hook: Creative Gold]

Real niggas all black, black cars, black straps
All you niggas that's hating we don't see you niggas on our map
What up though, what's new bro, I see you niggas missing
Cause I don't like no fuck boys riding with my clique kid

Fuck that, Fuck boy (x6)

Cause I don't like no Fuck boys riding with my clique kid

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