FDB Remix 3 Lyrics

FDB Remix 3 Lyrics by B.o.B :
[Intro: DJ Drama]
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!

[Bridge: Young Dro]
West Side, Bankhead, that’s where I’m from
Everything y’all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
Can’t touch that sh*t

[Hook: Young Dro]
b*tch steady holl’in’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch (x2)
b*tch steady holl’in’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch (x2)
b*tch steady holl’in’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
I’mma go three, stupid on the remix
I’mma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix
I’m a Bankhead n*gga, so I’m straighter than a p*nis
If ya try the Westside, I’mma nut up like semen
Ice got me anemic, walking up in Neiman’s
And everytime I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed
My baby mama mad and my girl look like a genie
I got racks like Venus, 20 stack in my jeans
Bread like panini, eating steaks and zucchini
Wit’ ya broad in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini
I don’t spit on tracks, I throw up on ’em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Time album a problem, wait!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Eastside, Candler Road, with yo’ ho, I’m an animal
She twerk that pus*y, Hannah Montana, ho
Yeah, her feet pretty, I just want the camel toe
Yeah, she thought that I was playing till I’m claiming
I’mma slap my name on it like a motherf*cking envelope, yeah!
Shouts out to my n*gga Young Dro
And all the real n*ggas on the Westside
This year, when I turn 25, I’mma take a G5 for a test drive
Southside girls got all the game
Northside girls sniff all the ‘caine
Eastside girls talk all the sh*t
And all the Westside girls say “f*ck that b*tch”

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale]
We lit for the remix, n*gga so cold
I’m in the helix with three chicks, waiting on the fourth
And my shoe game, oh, nah, already know
I do things, Liu Kang, ready, set, go, uh
Knock, knock, hear the b*tches at the door?
Party at Onyx, I’m leaving out broke
Walking beside me, you see a light show
Well, my girl got a girl, guess I’m living like Dro
Dro, clean in this b*tch
Now, I’m finna shoulder lean in this b*tch
They don’t even search my team in this b*tch
So I pro’ly got the purp and lean in this biotch!
Still it’s “f*ck that chick”
Hit her off the Goose then duck that chick
Hold up, we don’t rock like that
Make ’em all fall back, never trust that chick
Bob Marley tip, reggaeton, oh baby, I’m the boss of that
Never give your heart if she not for real
So go and play some Pac, that’s why we call you b*tch

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Chief Keef]
b*tch, don’t even want you no more, f*ck that sh*t
Every n*gga toting around me, he better bust that b*tch
Heard y’all n*ggas playa hatin’, what’s up with that sh*t?
He gon’ get you played up, get your paper up, but don’t cuff that b*tch
My squad, we’ll f*ck that b*tch
She ain’t even know I’m the CEO, that dumb ass b*tch
Forty thousand in Moncler, yeah, I run that b*tch
And I run with O’Block but yo’ block, I’m on that b*tch
Lil stuntin’ ass b*tch
Hood n*gga, love money, I throw bands, look up for that sh*t
She spilled some liquor on my Louie, I’m off that b*tch
Then I took that b*tch virginity, I got some top and I f*cked that b*tch

[Hook]