What The Fuck Featuring Scaryface MR Songtext

motherfuckasmotherfuckasWhat the fuck you wantWhat the fuck bitchWhat you wantWhat the fuck bitch(We gon hit it down like this nigga what)Check it out(M 52):I beTesting your fate and wrecking your faceInvading your spaceAnd watch the tables turn like you're trading a placeI pull stunts like evil kadeivalMe and my people fly like an eagleAnd blow your entire cathingilHurry hurryDon't worry worryHit y'all with a flurry flurry of jazzLeaving y'all niggas blurry blurryBrew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'allWhen I'm done then I come looking for y'all(Huh huh hold up hold up)Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical placesIn they blood finding them chemical tracesLeaving special investigators going through skeptical phasesWhile we getting money the decimal changesI was a seven-day affentice apprenticeNow I strike with a vengeanceBlowing the door right up off of the hingesThis be that put you out of your misery songAnd make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me onThat's when I ask[Chorus:]What the fuck bitch what you wantWhat the fuck bitch what you wantWhat the fuck bitch what you wantWhat the fuck bitch what you wantWhat the fuck bitch what you wantWhat the fuck bitch what you wantWhat the fuck bitch what you wantWhat the fuck bitch what you wantWhat the fuck bitch what you wantWhat the fuck bitch(Scaryface MR):Moving your muscle and doing the hustleSee nowadays we getting money like rustleWho really wanna tussleChallenge the super saber in a niggaBlast the challenger way out of space like Galica niggaBattle star Galactica cross my diameter niggaDerange your whole circular shape into triangular niggaSo what it was my faultThat I had to bring this shit to a screaming haltWhat you need to do is open up the vaultThat's why I make sure that my vest will be onSo when I blast you and your additional stress will be goneThen I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plansAnd watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my handsI ain't afraid of yaBut I thank all of my niggas for saving yaI was about to take you backTo when your mother was making yaClapping you upSlapping you upTrapping you upHolding you hostageDuck taping and Saran wrapping you upFirst she was soberI smell aromaPut you in a TransAnd slip into an irreversible comaFuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas it's overClosing in on all y'all niggas[Chorus (2x):]