Fuck Boy (Remix)

[Intro]
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[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