Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zero Fux, artist - Lunar C. Album song Very Important, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lunar C
Song language: English
Zero Fux |
Yo, listen |
Lunar, Manga, Jehst, yes, yo |
You’re not on a badman ting, you play badminton |
Don’t be acting tough, better pack that in |
'Cause that shit’s done |
If you don’t know you better ask someone about me |
Second album still putting out heat |
My patience is running out |
These MC’s get boxed in the fanny |
I’m sat back watching the Grammys |
Like what about me? |
I don’t know why they keep hating |
But they don’t ever wanna see Jake win |
And I see MC’s faking |
Tryna pull a fast one like speed dating |
Anything, I flip this cash |
Been doing bits and bats |
Little bit of this and that |
Told her I don’t wanna sit and chat |
Na I just wanna link and smash |
And my nose don’t grow like Pinnochio |
No, no, no, no, this is facts |
Told her I’m a real boy, no strings attached |
You ain’t ever been this bad |
Album sounding like a Best Of |
You should probably get a desk job |
And your girlfriend’s pussy smells |
Like white people’s dreadlocks |
Fresh out of fucks to give |
I am, techy techy with the flows init |
Deadly deadly, I just go kill it |
Pricks wanna run their lips |
God damn, tell them bitches mind their own business |
They took the piss, I rubbed their nose in it |
Fresh out of fucks to give |
I am, definitely better than everybody |
Even though I’m slyly blue like cyan |
Or suttin |
Grime royalty, you can’t kill me like Diane |
That’s bait and rude actually |
Fuck it like the island of Thailand |
That was smart, geography and that |
Local, still |
I’m definitely butters and I still get girls |
Dr. Bruckitup and Dr. Dolittle |
When I speak to a goat, I talk to myself |
Under arrest, they’re forcing theirselves |
Hype on the net but they’re bored, I can tell |
How many times can you rhyme drip with drip, on Snap recording yourself |
Add me, best on this ting, don’t at me |
Actually I’m really cold like Ashley |
Get that quickly |
bar, got a bad B |
And how your watch is dear like Bambi |
That’s hard, they were never challenging, tag beef |
Yeah man, love that, mandem gas me |
I’m losing the will to live |
What type of shit is this? |
Bruv, fuck |
Fresh out of fucks to give |
I am, techy techy with the flows init |
Deadly deadly, I just go kill it |
Pricks wanna run their lips |
God damn, tell them bitches mind their own business |
They took the piss, I rubbed their nose in it |
Fresh out of fucks to give |
Yo, these MC’s pop corn, that’s Butterkist |
Right now I’m fresh out of fucks to give |
Wish it didn’t have to come to this |
But I’m coming to your crib where your father and your brother and your sister |
and your auntie and your uncle and your cousins live |
Your mother’s right here while I’m writing |
Got a bud like beer in the backwards |
For the Buzz Lightyear that I’m lighting |
This that shit |
The smell and the sound loud, that’s how lives |
It’s that piff, smoke in the air, nose following the scent like Bisto kids |
Did a few bits in your bits |
Made a few ends in your ends |
Might’ve had a little fling with your bit |
But I ain’t never made friends with your friends |
You’re begging it, that mayo got egg in it |
The recipe ain’t got no sweg in it |
Better never say shit to my face 'cause I’m fresh out of fucks to give |
So celibate |
That’s a chastity belt |
Clash any sound for the champion belt |
These yout’s might get lashed with the belt |
'Cause if it isn’t heard then it has to be felt |