100 lyrics for "(Fuck that!)"
Can't hold on, can't move on You're the weight beneath my sin Now I know that I don't belong, I don't care You're a scar burned into my skin It's the same old fucking story The same old fucking lies I can't believe... You stole my life, you've taken
PlayErr'thang high, high, high, high, high, high, high High, high, high, high, high, high It's time to go, it's time to go, I don't give a fuck fuck about anything, that you're telling me Cause right now it's all, irrelevant It's time to go, it's time to go it's
Play'Cause everyday we oughta have pesos This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll Gun cock Gun shot, gonna lick a boy Gun clock Gun shot, gone a little boy I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell my nigga split the bitch and we
PlaySmoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck fuck with y'all (Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck fuck with
PlayI don't understand So, we waiting for what? So you sittin' here telling me, this place is a waiting room, right? What are we waiting for? Rebirth? Like reincarnation? If that's what you wanna call it What the fuck fuck you mean “if that's what I wanna call
PlayCreepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard (Ay, Yung Mutt) (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) Mirror, mirror on the wall Who the fuck fuck was that ugly ass boy I saw? Yung Mutt with the dumbfuck Dirty
PlayAy, tell me what you gon' see looking back at yo' life Looking back at yo' life Who the fuck fuck is that? Yeah, bitch, it's me, it's me So humble, I'm so humble Won't be worth for damn if you ain't living it right All we know is stripes, learned to die for
PlayI fink u freeky and I like you a lot Jump motherfucker Jump motherfucker jump Motherfuckers get buzzed off the sparks that I bring Guess whose got the party jumping
PlayYes, no, maybe I'm sorry for talking crazy Don't do this to me, baby (But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back Fuck Fuck that, you can stay wherever you at) (I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart? Could've sworn that you
PlayRed Mercedes beam, it's a different type This shit so clean, I put that on my life With my niggas in my red Mercedes Attitude like fuck fuck you, pay me Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out If the ladies show up, then we show out With my girl in my red
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