Artist: Jarren Benton f/ 2 Chainz, Planet VI Album: Freebasing With Kevin Bacon (Mixtape) Song: Fuck You Too Typed by: AZ Lyrics So much haters in the room, that I'm cleaning up my life with We don't know the truth, yet They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite with We don't hear the news, yet So we're like fuck you, too, nigga, we ain't got to pretend Cause we don't fuck with you, niggas, who the fuck said we're friends? Came in this motherfucker by myself, when I leave I'm a take some more Niggas, I'm allergic to them broke niggas, & dem hatin & dem hoe niggas My rist, better be low, niggas, my bitches got a hole with 'em, the hoe Mayday! Fuck! 2Chainz! Came in this motherfucker by myself, when I leave I'm a take some more Niggas, I'm allergic to them bro niggas, & dem hatin & dem hoe niggas I'm a risk, better be low, niggas, my bitches got a hole with 'em The hoe got some more with her, I'm a fucking whine, watch this person B-blocks, go turn us, grind on gorilla, fuck us on go, dealer Got my bitch on road killer, ride it like a fool would have This is for a deal and is for fun and it is eight of fun and got pussy good, then I ate a dope Real nigga can make it up, take a cab, take a bus, just get here My last year, yo, this year, I'm in my partner jeep with no windshield Make more money than you should steal, big wheels, big life, dog calls, big fight And I got that get right So much haters in the room, and I'm cleaning up my life with We don't know the truth, yet They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite with We don't hear the news, yet So we're like fuck you, too, nigga, we ain't got to pretend Cause we don't fuck with you, niggas, who the fuck said we're friends? Niggas gonna hate us, what they're gonna do? I'm sure that if I was them I would hate me, too They couldn't walk a mile in my big ass shoes. Oh, oh, excuse! Niggas said my accent make them sick, should I say my accent made me rich? Put it in a couple of my billboard hits, damn By the time motherfuckers know who I am, yeah, my nigga, I'm the motherfucker man Keep these greese boss over nigga like pan, pam, and I live in them over circle over ready from the bine Why the fuck I need rehearsal, you'll just urk me, you're some nerdies, see, I call y'all nigga purple I'm so hot, yeah, I'm hot, like I'm blowing on that purple purple Purple on my niggas and they're passing in the circle Second hand like a motherfucker, coughing like a motherfucker Yeah, and the only thing a nigga gonna change is gear Yeah, motherfuckers, keep what I wear What, I'm honest so next year, yeah, yeah, you hear? So go ahead, say what you want, honestly, my nigga, my only bitch is talk Honestly, my nigga, I don't give a fuck So much haters in the room, and I'm cleaning up my life with We don't know the truth, yet They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite with We don't hear the news, yet So we're like fuck you, too, nigga, we ain't got to pretend Cause we don't fuck with you, niggas, who the fuck said we're friends? Jarren with a J, yeah, a nigga it's hard, get hoes late that I might get on Solo nigga, no anturage, get head in the mouth like bonne voyage You ain't real, nigga, you a mirage, you said motherfucker like oh my God Bitch, come and get a nigga bit of massage Man, I want to put my dick inside of Nikki Minaj Pull up at the club in a neon Dodge, get a hoe and take her to the drink all lounge Nashville is full of it, get on the porch Underdog nigga, I'm a bit dosage What the hell yo' nigga, wanna heck 'till I go and get that F And the ant to the care and I cared them while I'm dirty With the twelves in the back, beat them like a put the motherfucker aid on with the eight, yeah, yeah Z O I I S I S, sign you bitch, got planes on deck Got one, got ten, got twelve, five, seven, got sold upons, got swag, got tags Niggas hate when I get love in the club in the bathroom stall, doing drugs in the club Like from my hip on a day full of shit, pull a nigga and I draw blood in a club Uh, get a slug in the mall, have a nigga lick the blood in a wall Cause he open that dust and I cannot be touched, I don't fall to a fall You ain't fucking with us Talk to the corpse like "dammit, answer", may put him in the truck like gangster Anthony Fuck you, your mom, your dad, your wife, your kids, your aunties and all your family So much haters in the room, and I'm cleaning up my life with We don't know the truth, yet They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite that We don't hear the news, yet So we're like fuck you, too, nigga, we ain't got to pretend Cause we don't fuck with you, niggas, who the fuck said we're friends?