| Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
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| Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet
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| Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
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| He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
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| Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
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| Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
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| If he try me he can pulse his body
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| Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali
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| Gone off a molly once a nigga try me
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| 2 bad bitches call it Rooster in my Rari
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| My young boys sure they know karate
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| Fake nigga, not me
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| In the hood find me, hanging with the real slugs
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| Trap nigga, come embrace us when you can’t find no rap nigga
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| I can’t rap nigga but I still get paid off rap nigga
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| Adrian Bruno with them hands, make you tap nigga
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| Getting money, even eating with the jets nigga
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| Alright, fuck these niggas, they don’t really wanna take it there
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| Pistols in the club, my young niggas they ain’t fightin fair
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| Fuck shit, fuck shit — yea I be on it nigga
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| Take yo watch chain and ring, yea I condone it nigga
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| Squad!
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| Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
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| Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet
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| Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
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| He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
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| Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
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| Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
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| If he try me he can pulse his body
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| Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali
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| Fuck shit, Wooh Da on that fuck shit
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| Full metal jacket, everybody better duck quick
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| I don’t give a fuck if your partner in the way
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| Wooh Da throwin bullets, this just how the roundin play
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| Everybody thuggin, fat mack on TMZ
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| Step in niggas' face, like he was the damn shis
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| I be on that fuck shit, we be on that BS (Squad)
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| Hunned niggas gunnin' if you disrespect BS (Squad)
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| Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
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| Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet
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| Fuck shit, yeah I’m on that fuck shit
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| He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
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| Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
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| Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
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| If he try me he can pulse his body
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| Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali
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| F U C K, S H I T
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| C R E W, woo that spells Trouble
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| Woo that’s gotta be Trouble
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| Always on the fuckery
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| You fuck niggas never seem hot
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| Them same bitch holds, I’m screaming ah!
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| The one that I lean, squeezing that car 15
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| I made an offer on the shots I got
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| Run a ho here cuz these bullets are hot
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| Put your pussies in a shit bag, what?! |
| Can you dig that
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| Imagine a bunch of grownups in Huggies, how you gon fix that?
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| They’re all gonna laugh at you, they’ll laugh at you
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| Consequence when you cross that line, I been talkin shit on the low
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| Blow your mind out, no timeout, you gon put yo head to the floor
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| Flocka
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| You got a problem? |
| No problem, I got em
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| Fuck shit!
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| Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
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| Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet
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| Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
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| He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
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| Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
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| Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
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| If he try me he can pulse his body
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| Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck Shit , by - Waka Flocka Flame. Song from the album From Roaches to Rollies, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп