Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck That, artist - brokeNCYDE. Album song All Grown Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Fuck That |
| Ok we on, we on another level, tho |
| Wish we were gonzo but we ain’t gonna ever go |
| You’ve better grab a seat cause this is forever ho |
| This is the fuckin' life we chose, we’ll never let it go! |
| On the way back to the top (ohhh) |
| What you think I’m gonna et you take my spot (nooo)? |
| This is my home, this is my throne |
| up on your iPhone |
| Real shit, baby, I’ma keep it real though |
| Says she wanna party, I’m just tryna chill, ho |
| Says she drink, but she’s tryna hit that kill smoke |
| I got what you need, fuck what you believe! |
| Now fuck that, now fuck that |
| Now get the fuck back, I don’t trust back |
| Now fuck that, now fuck that |
| You just mad cause we bringing crunk back |
| I told you we were coming back: |
| BrokeNCYDE, no heart attack; |
| We never died, we only tried to get back to where we started at |
| Had a little trouble with the mainstream |
| Little bit of trouble with the old team |
| Try’na get back to old scheme, just me and Mikl them OG’s |
| These bitches try to hate but what they say and what they talk about |
| Ain’t nothing more than fake so let 'em hate and watch me knock em out |
| With a left hook and a side kick, you’re bitch is on my dick |
| Try’na get on that high tip, we smoke loud on that hype shit |
| Been rippin' shit since 98, 05 we made a myspace |
| BrokeNCYDE on the front page |
| First comes fame, then comes hate |
| Then comes a bunch of people making up shit |
| Websites filled with nothing but assumptions |
| I’m like fuck 'em let 'em all hate |
| Shoot these bullets out of my brain |
| Kill these lies I’m try’na maintain |
| But I can’t help it I am insane |
| I am psychotic, schizophrenic |
| Let’s be honest, you won’t let us |
| Get too far, go too hard |
| Your time is up this world is ours, motherfucker! |
| Now fuck that, now fuck that |
| Now get the fuck back, I don’t trust back |
| Now fuck that, now fuck that |
| You just mad cause we bringing crunk back |
| All these old rappers are out, this new music is in |
| Whats all the beef about when all you do is pretend? |
| You’ve better hold your breath and your lady friends |
| Here I come again, Russian roulette |
| I play the game until the end |
| You came straight up out of thin air |
| Blank stare? |
| Then you’ve better prepare |
| For a race yeah I’m already over here |
| Hit the breaks man I’m already first place |
| A mistake, yeah, but you’ll never change that |
| Means that I’ma be on stage |
| You feel that, that’s a bunch of anxiety |
| All mixed up with a bunch of hate |
| For when i got motherfuckin' betrayed |
| Rain, rain, never gonna go away |
| Bang, bang, bang, shells hitchya mayne |
| Dang, dang, why you mad at me |
| And BrokeNCYDE fuck what you think! |
| You should be ashamed: call the police |
| You’re a rat the whole hood know that |
| You see my face, you can’t complain |
| If you’re a homo, then gimme brain! |
| Okay, okay, okay, okay |
| Lets put the past away |
| Lets discuss things in a better manner, better way |
| Hey! |
| Things coulda been worse |
| But i killed this verse in, umm, two seconds |
| Schooled these kids brought 'em all to church |
| Lemme guess you’re upset and you’re feelings hurt! |
| Now fuck that, now fuck that |
| Now get the fuck back, I don’t trust back |
| Now fuck that, now fuck that |
| You just mad cause we bringing crunk back |