Fuck Boy (Remix)

[Intro]

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Turn the lights on

[Verse 1: Trina]

6 in the morning, nigga at my door

I'm tryna figure out what he out there for

Last time I seen him, he was talkin’ shit

Found out his new girl can't suck no dick

Hit the intercom, I ain't let him in

Pussy nigga lucky I ain’t fuck his friends

Probably thought a bitch'd be down and out

'Til he seen me ridin' round in that chromed out Benz

South Beach nigga, you ain't 'bout that life

You cross that bridge, they takin' all that ice

You don't want no problems with the boys from the bottom

Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turnpike

[Chorus: Trina]

You’s a fuckboy, fuckboy, my bitch been said it

That’s why I should've let your best friend get it

We went on trips, you bought Chanel

But money ain’t shit when you soft as hell

'Cause you's a fuckboy, fuckboy, my mama even said it

Got a new nigga, I ain't even gotta sweat it

You still gon’ talk, and that's a goddamn shame

But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, fuckboy

[Verse 2: Molly Brazy]

Uh, you a fuckboy

You ain't tough, boy

Call the gang, let 'em slide, get you touched, boy

Tell my bitch to play the witness, that's a decoy

Silencer, big Glock, it make no noise

Back to back fifty pointers playin' freeze tag

Me and Trina coppin' new ice with each bag

Don't call my phone, pussy nigga, 'cause your head trash

And tell your bitch to suck a dick, I got her big mad

[Chorus: Trina]

You's a fuckboy, fuckboy, my bitch been said it

That's why I should've let your best friend get it

We went on trips, you bought Chanel

But money ain't shit when you soft as hell

'Cause you's a fuckboy, fuckboy, my mama even said it

Got a new nigga, I ain't even gotta sweat it

You still gon' talk, and that's a goddamn shame

But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, fuckboy

[Verse 3: Tokyo Jetz]

Pussy nigga, you been trippin 'for what?

On the 'Gram peepin' shit, bitch, you been dissin' for what?

Keep it a hundred, I'm a different kind of bitch

Won't let you ever fuck again if you had another nigga dick

All that fakin', all that playin', speakin' on me, what you sayin'?

Give no fuck about your bitch

She can have them problems with your ass

Pillow talkin' like a ho, I thought you knew better

Lil' nigga, we gon' do better

Ghetto Lauren London, he gon' get this New New out her

[Chorus: Trina]

'Cause you's a fuckboy, fuckboy, my mama even said it

Got a new nigga, I ain't even gotta sweat it

You still gon' talk, and that's a goddamn shame

But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, fuckboy