Fuck y'all niggas Lyrics

Rah Digga Lyrics Fuck y'all niggas

  Browse by artist name Search Browse by soundtrack
 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Fuck y'all niggas

by Rah Digga. Buy album CD: Dirty Harriet

* the same song appears on the Outsidaz "Night Life" EP

Yeah, Rah Digga once again, about to set it on niggas
Representing for all my bitches across the globe
Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon...

chorus 1 (Rah Digga)
Say fuck y'all niggas (Fuck y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas (Everyone of y'all niggas)
Don't trust y'all niggas (Don't trust y'all niggas)
Fuck all y'all niggas (Fuck all y'all niggas)

verse 1 (Rah Digga)
All my bitches that had it up to here
We about to make changes coming in the new year
Say fuck y'all niggas (Fuck y'all niggas)
Don't trust y'all niggas (Don't trust y'all niggas)
Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy fuckers
Trife ass strife with all them wack baby mothers
Fuck y'all niggas (Fuck y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas (Everyone of y'all niggas)
Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money
Chanel money, Nike and Adidas Shell money
Bitches 'bout to shut down your whole line of gang
Gasp! thinking you gon' put some shit in money
It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting
Suck a nigga's friend, tell his man like he hit it
Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well
Bunch of bum ass niggas can't even cop hotels

chorus 1

chorus 2 (Young Zee)
Fuck y'all bitches (Fuck y'all bitches)
Fuck all y'all bitches (Fuck all y'all bitches)
I don't trust y'all bitches (Don't trust y'all bitches)
So fuck y'all bitches (Fuck y'all bitches)

verse 2 (Young Zee)
On my room ceiling, I got mad mirrors built in
So when I fuck you you're gon' feel like you're at the Hilton
Fake dime hoes, you give 'em Alizé
You can smell their toungues from a hundred miles away
Y'all lame Gucci bitches (Fake Gucci bitches)
Stink coochi bitches (Stink coochi bitches)
My niggas pop girls up in back of Zee's truck
But we ain't going nowhere till after we fuck
Cause ??? we might not touch, how that sounding?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch come in growling
Tell your girls 'Fuck everyone of us'
Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach bust
Drop your drawers, come slop my balls
You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and I...
Let your pretty ass run loose
And go distract the cops while your ass go 'boost!'

chorus 1

chorus 2

chorus 1

chorus 2

sheet music Buy Rah Digga sheet music
cd Buy Rah Digga CDs
guitar tabs Rah Digga guitar tabs
Album: Dirty Harriet (2000) Lyrics
cd Buy "Dirty Harriet" CD
  1. Intro
  2. Harriet thugman
  3. Tight
  4. What they call me
  5. Do the ladies run this
  6. Imperial
  7. Curtains
  8. Showdown
  9. The last word
  10. Break fool
  11. Straight Spittin' Part Ii
  12. Straight spittin', part 2
  13. What's up wit that
  14. So cool
  15. Just for you
  16. Fuck y'all niggas
  17. Lessons of today
  18. Clap Your Hands
  19. Untitled (1)
  20. Untitled (2)


Song words / lyrics from Dirty Harriet album CD are property & copyright of their owners and provided for educational purposes.
DMCA Policy | Add/correct lyrics  |  Request lyrics  |  Links  |  Privacy | Contact us    © STLyrics.com 2002 -