Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Four The Fuck Of It, artist - IshDARR. Date of issue: 03.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Four The Fuck Of It |
| Why I gotta talk like this, act like that? |
| I ain’t bout' to bite my tongue, hold my breath |
| Do I really love her, Im so convinced |
| I don’t want another I told her this |
| Bankroll stamped with my print, say I’m on it again |
| I would count up my losses, and multiply them by wins |
| Make them love it (Yeah they do) |
| Quit that judging (Who are you) |
| Selling lies where you lost |
| No excuses for my faults |
| My third tape in the vault, with the gang |
| Know I trust, Yelling fuck every label |
| They will never get us |
| City goes so crazy, land of the shady |
| Know it’s that 414 baby |
| Turn it high |
| Uplift |
| Make em' vibe off this |
| Knew the music all we had, so we would die for the shit |
| They won’t cop it if it’s false, so you don’t lie about shit |
| Diamond for my momma, Damier my bracelet on a bitch |
| I’ll say it louder if I got to |
| I don’t think these niggas near me |
| You weary |
| I’m frisky |
| On edge |
| Do not tempt me |
| The feeling, she say I be killing them, so gently |
| (I'm on, on) |
| On edge, everything they said I shouldn’t |
| One nine, do the things they said I couldn’t |
| Comfortably laid back at 4am |
| Say the life legit, is it made for him |
| Made for those stars, we ain’t aim for them |
| Open up the doors, gang is moving in |
| MVP had 6 rings up, had six rings up in this sixth |
| Since the icey shoe, dreaming in the fifth |
| No complaining, tell em we gone make our way |
| Beaming in the 7, smoke an eighth a day |
| Love in the west, take it to the bay |
| Now they want the vocals, Imma' compensate |
| Holy book, bring the vinyls out the crates |
| Lost niggas, promise we gone be okay |
| Fuck the hate mail, for the fan page |
| Richie chain glisten on a dark day |
| Why I gotta talk like this, act like that? |
| I ain’t bout' to bite my tongue, hold my breath |
| Do I really love her, Im so convinced |
| I don’t want another I told her this |
| Bankroll stamped with my print, say I’m on it again |
| I would count up my losses, and multiply them by wins |
| Make them love it (Yeah they do) |
| Quit that judging (Who are you) |
| Selling lies where you lost |
| No excuses for my faults |
| My third tape in the vault, with the gang |
| Know I trust, Yelling fuck every label |
| They will never get us |
| City goes so crazy, land of the shady |
| Know it’s that 414 baby |
| Turn it high |
| Uplift |
| Make em' vibe off this |
| Knew the music all we had, so we would die for the shit |
| They won’t cop it if it’s false, so you don’t lie about shit |
| Diamond for my momma, Damier my bracelet on a bitch |