Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuk That, artist - J. Stalin. Date of issue: 03.03.2014
Song language: English
Fuk That |
| Nah, I ain’t trying to dance nigga fuck that |
| I done popped all these pills so where the love at |
| Where the bad bitches and the drugs at |
| Fuck that, I’m trying to bring high street back |
| This molly got me hard as the concrete |
| My bitch call me Too $hort she know I been a freak |
| Where your friend at I need a two-piece |
| Put that pussy on my head like a kufi |
| Girl that ass so big and it juicy |
| Throw that pussy at me ain’t gotta give me a roofie |
| I ain’t got a lot of manners so excuse me |
| Fuck my dick, you can have it bitch use me |
| I don’t give a fuck about no motherfucking floozy |
| Fuck you, I’m a dog like Snoopy |
| Bitch, your niggas dumb and they goofy |
| And I ain’t never give a fuck about a groupie |
| I don’t care if you owe me a dollar nigga fuck that |
| Think I’m playin' bout money I be right back |
| That peace talk, I don’t wanna hear none of that |
| Niggas think I’m playing, nigga fuck that (fuck that) |
| Fuck that (fuck that), fuck that (fuck that) |
| Niggas think I’m playing nigga fuck that |
| That peace talk I don’t wanna hear none of that |
| Niggas think I’m playing I be right back |
| Nigga I be right back like I never left |
| Smith & Wess with a teflon on my chest |
| All that arguing about who the best |
| Hands down niggas know he coming out the West |
| Bullets tearing through the flesh of you bitch niggas |
| I had the undertaker dig a ditch nigga |
| Livewire, the game run it with an iron fist nigga |
| I ain’t worried about nothing but my chips nigga |
| Big banger, big bezel on my wrist nigga |
| Everytime I speak you with the thoughts of a drug dealer |
| Real nigga, horny motherfucker, pussy killer |
| Stop trying to treat me like I’m Tito when I’m Mike nigga |
| Busting down bands, going shopping with my white niggas |
| I get real skrilla, your bitch think I’m Godzilla |
| Slide through, shoot shit up on the (?) |
| Told 'em I be right back, you ain’t even know nigga |
| Fuck the economy, fuck hard times |
| Fuck what your going through, gimme all mine |
| Every dime, you dreaming bout a brand new whip |
| What you finna flip, we’ll take that shit, bitch |
| Trying to creep through the town |
| See your picture in the paper when we lay your ass down |
| Cause you ain’t nothing but a clown |
| Another dead body was found |
| Is it true? |
| Was it you? |
| What them niggas do? |
| Fuck with Short Dogg, motherfucker you through |
| All you fake niggas gonna get it one day |
| Owing people money you don’t ever wanna pay |
| Now they wanna kill you, they can’t wait |
| It’s the money or your life, it’s too late |
| Can’t pay 'em next week, or turn back time |
| Ned to stop being stupid and learn how to grind, BITCH |