Lil Wayne – Fuck You (feat. Big Tymers) Lyrics

Fuck You

Lil Wayne (feat. Big Tymers)

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"Fuck You." - Lil Wayne (feat. Big Tymers)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 02:49 pm

Album: 500 Degreez

Track No: 17

Weezy, bitch
Like Siegel, you're fuckin' with the young don, people
Plus, I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel
Motherfuckers better be peaceful
Fo' sheezle
I get sums in lumps, like measles
My dough sick, on occasions I catch seizures
I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you
And for that cheddar, hungry, **** I'll eat you
We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes
Bitches yell, I wanna do those guys
Aint that cold, you know shit fucked up
When you got banked at fo', I'm 19
And I got banked at O
That's the Bentley, ma, that ain't that Rolls
But the price on that mothafucker ain't that low
Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo'
If you're fuckin' with the dude
Big shout from Cash Money Records, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Chains, nines, guns, that's us
The slogan is, we will bust up
The rules are this our size
Cross it, young ****, and you will die (Good night)
Pumps, ride guns, even 25s
Cash Money got this, don't even try it
Stay where you from, don't bring no static
If not, then semi-automatic
This is the payback, pussy bitch, stay back
Fuck you, yo mama, yo daddy, and where you lay at
What's beef? Beef is when you fuck with us.
Guaranteed to leave your ass up under the bus
There's no one quicker than a hot boy ****
That'll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger
There's no one keener, with a chrome Serafina
Murder ain't nothin' but a misdemeanor
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
I'm gon' ride round my city and stunt my shit
If a **** don't like it, they can suck my dick
I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari
Lambo with no top, I'm gonna ride tomorrow
Fuck a Cutlass, Regals, and Rams V-12
Gotta have somethin' fast just to get out them jams
Got a big ass crib, with a flow lil' fuck
Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up
Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth
Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo wrench room
The skidded up kitchen set in Rolls Royce wall
Jaguar floors and fuck all y'all
BMW lights, projectors to watch fights
Cadillac, Benz, wife's fox for threads
Chin cheddar for dry tower, ain't that crazy?
I don't give a fuck, homie, that's how I play it
Refridge, designed like a Lexus with legs
In the fridge, it's quarters to replace the eggs
From me, Fresh, and Weezy, fuck what they say
I'm Cash Money stunna **** and that's how I play
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you, fuck you ****, motherfuck you
Fuck you

Writer(s): Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne, Big Tymers.

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