Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Shit, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Album song From Roaches to Rollies, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Fuck Shit |
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit |
Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet |
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit |
He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch |
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit |
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights |
If he try me he can pulse his body |
Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali |
Gone off a molly once a nigga try me |
2 bad bitches call it Rooster in my Rari |
My young boys sure they know karate |
Fake nigga, not me |
In the hood find me, hanging with the real slugs |
Trap nigga, come embrace us when you can’t find no rap nigga |
I can’t rap nigga but I still get paid off rap nigga |
Adrian Bruno with them hands, make you tap nigga |
Getting money, even eating with the jets nigga |
Alright, fuck these niggas, they don’t really wanna take it there |
Pistols in the club, my young niggas they ain’t fightin fair |
Fuck shit, fuck shit — yea I be on it nigga |
Take yo watch chain and ring, yea I condone it nigga |
Squad! |
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit |
Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet |
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit |
He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch |
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit |
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights |
If he try me he can pulse his body |
Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali |
Fuck shit, Wooh Da on that fuck shit |
Full metal jacket, everybody better duck quick |
I don’t give a fuck if your partner in the way |
Wooh Da throwin bullets, this just how the roundin play |
Everybody thuggin, fat mack on TMZ |
Step in niggas' face, like he was the damn shis |
I be on that fuck shit, we be on that BS (Squad) |
Hunned niggas gunnin' if you disrespect BS (Squad) |
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit |
Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet |
Fuck shit, yeah I’m on that fuck shit |
He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch |
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit |
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights |
If he try me he can pulse his body |
Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali |
F U C K, S H I T |
C R E W, woo that spells Trouble |
Woo that’s gotta be Trouble |
Always on the fuckery |
You fuck niggas never seem hot |
Them same bitch holds, I’m screaming ah! |
The one that I lean, squeezing that car 15 |
I made an offer on the shots I got |
Run a ho here cuz these bullets are hot |
Put your pussies in a shit bag, what?! |
Can you dig that |
Imagine a bunch of grownups in Huggies, how you gon fix that? |
They’re all gonna laugh at you, they’ll laugh at you |
Consequence when you cross that line, I been talkin shit on the low |
Blow your mind out, no timeout, you gon put yo head to the floor |
Flocka |
You got a problem? |
No problem, I got em |
Fuck shit! |
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit |
Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet |
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit |
He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch |
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit |
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights |
If he try me he can pulse his body |
Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali |