Fuk U Mean Lyrics

What the fuck you mean

Yall bitches can bow it down

All hail to the queen

Yeah

Aye

What the fuck you mean

Yall bitches can bow it down

All hail to the queen

Yeah

When I step out the house they impressed

Gucci Chanel Prada Nothin less

Custom made thong Only the best

60 inch weave touching the floo

Body Jewerly on me its all gold

Louis Vitton Bag Holding the Stacks

G Wagon Waiting Hop in the back

Shovered through the city Countin Racks

Got my nigga ridin wit me rubbin my ass

Take Flights to Islands First Class

Yeah Oh

What the fuck u mean

Yall bitches can bow it down

All hail to the queen

Yall bitches try to compete with me

Thats using your hands feet to swim overseas

Yeah I know my bars is like waves

They gone draw you bitches out where you cant be saved

So yall bitches better rap for yo life

Hold up, wait a min Yall Gone be rappin all night

So let me speed this shit up

I can already see yall bought to give up

So go ahead yeah wave the white flag

Cuz im coming full force yo to get to that bag

Ugh Yo

What the fuck u mean

yall bitches can bow it down

All Hail to the queen

Holdup

Did you fumble that shit

Hell Yeah Came out Mumblin Shit

Speak up Yo I cant hear what you said

But you better walk light for i put you to bed N

Imma Play with my nigga balls while im giving em head

Imma buss it wide out til I squirt on the bed N

Imma bend it over backwards n do what he says.