| Who you think you finna play with?
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| Who you think you finna run your mouth to and won’t say shit?
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| I’m outchea when it’s cold, leave you out there
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| Them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped
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| Hella nigga’s talk shit but they stand still
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| Let’s take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel?
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| Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers, I’ma change shit
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| Keep playin' with Liu Kang, I’ma kick it to your main bitch
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| And I’ve been fuckin' hoes on my bae shit
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| Come to the crib, I tell 'em go to the spaceship
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| Red pill, blue pill, we in The Matrix
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| Take it to the face, better do what I say, bitch
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| He make it outta here then he a winner
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| If a nigga try to run then we pull up in Sprinters
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| We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck it hit 'cho liver
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| End of discussion, it’s nothing, I eat you pussies for dinner
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| I got no time, for fake ones, killers on the west side, with them real guns
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| And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still come
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| «Where you at? |
| Here, nigga!» |
| All this pussy I’ma drill somethin'
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| Why they hate to see a real nigga make it?
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| I done made a lot of change, now my people’s changin'
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| By myself, I don’t need no witness
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| Can’t thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I’m gettin' it
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| I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky
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| And living every fuckin' day like it’s Mardi Gras
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| I’ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw
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| You think I work this hard to fuck it off?
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| Once again, I gotta remind these niggas
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| Balenciaga, 'member when I couldn’t buy these, nigga
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| Called 'em bricks birds 'cause we really fly these bitches
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| Tell your mans I know I’m lit, but don’t eye me nigga (oh, woah)
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| I’m solvin' every single problem with a tool
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| Supersoak a nigga like he jumpin' off the pool
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| If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news
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| Choppa lift a nigga up, I bet he make it to the moon (pow)
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| You can tell me and Breezy at the top
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| They want us to fail, hopin' that we fall but we not
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| Don’t feel bad for what I did to them nigga’s block
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| Can’t say what happened, just know I had to get rid of the Glock (oh)
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| Remember my lick days, couldn’t pull a bitch days (oh)
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| Now I ain’t trippin' on none of the bills, that shit paid (ooh woah)
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| Nigga tried to fake beef with a nigga (that's just hate)
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| Sneak dissin' me, see me out, jump on my dick, these niggas lame
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| (Oh, pussy nigga) aye, nigga’s terrible, who raised y’all?
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| Nigga’s leeches I can’t feed 'em, I can’t baby y’all (you need to fuck off)
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| I’m giving headshots, I ain’t 'bout to fade y’all
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| Bitch you ain’t fuckin', bye Felicia, I can’t play with y’all (woo)
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| Why they hate to see a real nigga make it?
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| I done made a lot of change, now my people’s changin'
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| By myself, I don’t need no witness
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| Can’t thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I’m gettin' it
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| I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky
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| And living every fuckin' day like it’s Mardi Gras
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| I’ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw
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| You think I work this hard to fuck it off? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck It Off , by - Tee Grizzley. Song from the album Activated, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп