| Yeah, feel I don’t give a fuck no more
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| Feel like fuck everything, man
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| Fuck everybody
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| Fuck the social media shit
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| Fuck the TV
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| Fuck you
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| Fuck every nigga that is like me, boosy bitches is feisty
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| Only fuck with niggas with large paper, that pussy pricey
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| Sleeping on these niggas with dreams
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| When that man blow, you only on his dick for the cream
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| You fucking slut
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| Fuck the Instagram thot that shake her ass every post
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| Attention craving bitches, all through the most
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| That pussy gross, do some soul searching
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| Your kids just asking for love
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| You hardly pay 'em any mind, you shake your ass at the club
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| Ayy, fuck them insecure lame niggas thinking they hard
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| He post his dirt on Facebook, pussy nigga, you fraud
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| Fuck that nigga that’s twenty-five and just joined the gang
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| Never came from that environment, that nigga a lame
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| Fuck the house nigga that stand for nothing
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| Turned a blind eye on inequality, that’s disgusting
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| Somebody snuff him
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| Fuck anybody that hate me 'cause the tone of my skin
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| Fuck stressing about this pay, but gave a loan to my friend
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| Fuck the crooked systems, the overpopulated prisons
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| Classism and racism, fuck, what’s the difference?
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| Fuck the radio, 'cause they always play the same shit
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| Fuck some of you rap blogs, they always suck the same dicks
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| Fuck if you think better 'cause the college degrees
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| You lack to knowledge yourself, plus I make more gwap than you B
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| Fuck all the poverty and fathers that ran out on their kids
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| Them niggas cowards, I stopped harboring love for you, bitch
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| I wake up in the morning, cook my eggs on the stove
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| Feel my heart getting cold, no more love for you hoes
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| And I don’t think about it, middle finger to the sky
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| Not another tear to cry, will I live or will I die?
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| I wake up in the morning, put my grits on the stove
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| Feel my heart getting cold, no more love for you hoes
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| And I don’t think about it
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| Middle finger to the world like I don’t give a fuck about it
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| Fuck your street credibility, niggas living out their negativity
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| 'Cause they’re insecure about who they are
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| Fuck thinking it’s cool to be a drug addict, that shit sucks
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| Drugs destroyed the black community, what sick fucks?
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| Put the crack in the hood like an experiment
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| Niggas turning zombies, was once created
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| I’m guilty of it too, I make songs like, «Lean»
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| Drop a drug reference on every other sixteen
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| So, fuck me and fuck anybody that disagree
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| And fuck the chains we put on our minds from being free
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| Fuck the presidents and politicians making us sheep
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| Look behind the sheet, my nigga, wake from out of your sleep
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| Ayy, fuck my sneaker fetish, could’ve put that money in my kid’s savings
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| But I go and buy rims, clothes, expensive cravings
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| Fuck Funk Volume for splitting up
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| We had potential to be the illest label, no one was sick as us
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| I miss my niggas, I hope you all doing well
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| Now I own my own enterprise, nigga I will prevail
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| Fuck the OGs misleading the youth
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| Ayy, give 'em babies the truth
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| Half of that shit you spit is fake in the booth
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| Fuck fear, fuck doubt, fuck stressing myself out
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| 'Cause I worry that they sleep when I know I’m the best out
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| Fuck stressing over love, women come, women go
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| Met my worst enemy staring in the mirror like, woah
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| I wake up in the morning, cook my eggs on the stove
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| Feel my heart getting cold, no more love for you hoes
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| And I don’t think about it, middle finger to the sky
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| Not another tear to cry, will I live or will I die?
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| I wake up in the morning, put my grits on the stove
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| Feel my heart getting cold, no more love for you hoes
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| And I don’t think about it
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| Middle finger to the world like I don’t give a fuck about it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck Everybody , by - Jarren Benton. Song from the album The Mink Coat Killa LP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп