Texaco Millz – F’ Em Lyrics
Artist: Texaco Millz
Song: F’ Em
f#ck em f#ck em im screaming f#ck em
f#ck these n#gg#s man
f#ck em
And these hating #ss hoes
f#ck em
Im focused on a bag homie
f#ck em
f#ck a n#gg# f#ck a hoe f#ck them bands up f#ck em
Subtract fake friends watch the money add up f#ck em
They dont wanna see a n#gg# with that bag up f#ck em
So its only right a n#gg# make em mad bruh f#ck em
f#ck a n#gg# f#ck a hoe f#ck them bands up f#ck em
Subtract fake friends watch the money add up f#ck em
They dont wanna see a n#gg# with that bag up f#ck em
So its only right a n#gg# make em mad bruh f#ck em
Lajan on my mental smoking presidential (gas)
Plotting on a way to get them bankrolls of tissue (paper)
Getting money thats thе type of sh#t im into (hustlin’)
Cut the b#tch off cause shе was crabbin with the rental (crab #ss hoe)
They say money talks well call me chris tucker (huh?)
I’ll finesse a m#th*rf#ck*r running plays with my brother (finesse)
Like we working for the bills; buffalo, i got the sauce (swag)
Now they hating on lil millz (texaco) i say f#ck em im a boss
Man the jealousy is real (f#ck em) and ion even understand
If you ain’t talking bout a check then i dont comprehend (dont make sense)
I swear i turn to helen keller when its bout that cheddar (a bag)
Got em throwin shade on me guess they tryna change the weather (i guess)
They praying i dont win they hoping that i lose (ahhhjayyy)
They wish they was my socks just to be in my shoes (clones)
This ain’t the 19th century but i got the blues (hunnids)
Stack it all up and dont touch it i feel like the jews (millz)
f#ck a n#gg# f#ck a hoe f#ck them bands up f#ck em
Subtract fake friends watch the money add up f#ck em
They dont wanna see a n#gg# with that bag up f#ck em
So its only right a n#gg# make em mad bruh f#ck em
f#ck a n#gg# f#ck a hoe f#ck them bands up f#ck em
Subtract fake friends watch the money add up f#ck em
They dont wanna see a n#gg# with that bag up f#ck em
So its only right a n#gg# make em mad bruh f#ck em
Texaco bruce willis n#gg# im a bandit (vakabon)
Wake up to get my cake up i feel like khaled (grind)
They dont wanna see me blow they dont wanna panic (haterrr)
Middle fingers to my haters here you can have it (f#ck ya)
f#ck em! i feel like gotti n#gg# f#ck you (how i feel)
Finesse you like nigerians
Came a long way from middle men (long way)
Putting in work like im related to a mexican (work)
You can catch me on the eastside griffin to sheridan (lil danie)
Bust to bust behind tinted windows im so antisocial (i swear)
Ion wanna be seen while a n#gg# mobile (ducked off)
Im getting money i ain’t tryna get vocal (nawww)
I can’t have these n#gg#s interfering with my total (count up)
n#gg#s come around with they bad vibes (gvo)
Next thing you know yo pockets catch a flat tire (what the f#ck)
Thats why you gotta keep the snakes out yo yard (grass cut)
When my homie stabbed me in my back i swear it left me scarred (f#ck nigaaa)
f#ck a n#gg# f#ck a hoe f#ck them bands up f#ck em
Subtract fake friends watch the money add up f#ck em
They dont wanna see a n#gg# with that bag up f#ck em
So its only right a n#gg# make em mad bruh f#ck em
f#ck a n#gg# f#ck a hoe f#ck them bands up f#ck em
Subtract fake friends watch the money add up f#ck em
They dont wanna see a n#gg# with that bag up f#ck em
So its only right a n#gg# make em mad bruh f#ck em
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Release Year: 2017