f#ck Em Lyrics – CHVSE

f#ck Em Lyrics by CHVSE

f#ck ’em
Oh I, she’ll be runnin’ around
f#ck ’em
Oh I, she’ll be ridin’ around

f#ck ’em
Oh I, she’ll be hoeing around
f#ck ’em
Oh I, she’ll be f#ckin’ around

f#ckin’ around with my head
Make the wrong move and you dead
Listen to what the kid said
Either you with me or say you against

I’m tired of these p#ssies just ridin’ a fence
They push me to pull up and hop in a Benz
Money’s important but so is repsect
So run me your pockets and give me the rest

b#tch you never talk, and never fire
Claim that you bang but your #ss is a liar
Matchin’ my flow ’cause you trash and admire
And gassin’ me up just to set me up

These b#tches a duff, Lizzy McGuire
I’m wearin’ em down, you wearin’ a wire
I stare at the crowd, you stare and desire
And wish it was you but they say “Nah, f#ck ’em”

f#ck y’all b#tches I get this sh#t vibin’
Picasso with pistols poppin’ the pickpockets
Still fill the king with steel with his arteries hardly jest is just a big target
Target the art and get a quick profit

Off it, the bars I spit has sick on it
Vomit, baby I’m ill but this virus
Timeles, tell ’em to watch this wrist shinin’
Diamonds inside of the wealth

They line it with silver and trying to bluff
By saying it gold, baby we know
That sh#t was plated and faker than love
b#tch get the f#ck out my sight

I’m takin’ a scope and I’m linin’ it up
I treat my foes like a blunt
I tell ’em “roll up” and I’m lightin’ ’em up
Wishin’ you would

But I know you won’t
You wishin’ you could
Be at the top but and know you would choke
You flex on the gram

With money and clothes
You act like a player
But guess what I did to your hoes
f#ck ’em

Oh I, she’ll be runnin’ around
f#ck ’em
Oh I, she’ll be ridin’ around
f#ck ’em

Oh I, she’ll be hoeing around
f#ck ’em
Oh I, she’ll be f#ckin’ around
Look, f#ckin’ around like that

Gonna get my crown right back
‘Cause I hold sh#t down like
Get you a clown, I laugh
It ain’t fair to hit what you scared of

Parents annoyed of parent
You paranoid I’m pairin’ glocks
And I paired up
Pear gonna shoot the the air, this fruit flared up

Ready or right, step in the light like I’m ready to fight
Noticed my wrongs and I started to right
I laugh at the fact that she just ain’t my type
Hoes on the internet post a pic of they #ss and complainin’ that no one will wife

So send me a DM unles you about it and about be lettin’ me pipe
‘Cause she too thick, I’m ’bouta act up
Light skin with a fat butt
Face it forward but that body tan made it face the floor and put her #ss up

She love the dick and can’t pass up
The way I finish last like a bad run
This b#tch a baddie never back down
But it backs down when she backs up

There’s a difference homie
When I rap I got the best flows
And that correlates into getting groupies
In other words I get the best hoes

Swimmin’ in the women, do the breaststroke
Depressed hoes got a lot up on they chest tho
So I take the baggage and deal with that
‘Cause the crazy chicks got the best throat

I don’t stress bro, money comin’ way too consistent
Let go of the drama man, that shit’s a crutch and my ankle’s twistin’
f#ck advice I know what I’m doin’ I ain’t new to this I’m too persistand
Knock on wood, sike b#tch I make my own luck, f#ck superstitons

f#ck ’em
Oh I, she’ll be runnin’ around
f#ck ’em
Oh I, she’ll be ridin’ around

f#ck ’em
Oh I, she’ll be hoeing around
f#ck ’em
Oh I, she’ll be f#ckin’ around
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