| Yeah, you know
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| Money, power, respect, nigga, money and murder, nigga
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| Shit we live by
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| Uh
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| Ayy, all that biting that you doin', how you ain’t got rabies?
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| That lil' bitch want all my time, but I ain’t no AP
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| Told my girl I’ma make her love me more than she hate me
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| Told lil' bruh that nigga gossip like a lady
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| Uh, I feel like fuck it, huh
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| Wreck me another Benz, I feel like fuck it, huh
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| She mad 'cause I hit her friend, and I was like, «Fuck it»
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| And he mad 'cause I got in and I’m like, «Fuck it,» yeah
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| I don’t be sayin' slime, but I like my pussy slimy, yeah
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| I ain’t got time to wrestle, so I snuck the shine in
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| And if it ain’t 'bout no then don’t waste my time then
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| She told her lil' friend that we was sixty-nining, look
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| I go get them racks, you already know that, look
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| Don’t talk to me about no lick if you wasn’t on that
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| On the phone with Jackboy, free Lil Kodak, uh
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| Ayy, you ain’t heard? |
| They jacked boy for his Rollie, look
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| And they took his shit, but he gon' say they stole it, huh
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| How you sellin' nicks, but poppin' like you rollin'?
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| One thing I can’t do is let a nigga owe me
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| Another thing I can’t do is let a ho control me
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| Look, I can’t get my hands dirty, I’m fancy and I’m rich now
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| I will put them bands all on your head, yeah, I send hits now
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| I was all on stage in Arkansas and had that bitch out (Uh)
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| And it had a long stick in it, lettin' it stick out
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| I can’t go nowhere without my pole, yeah, I’m lit now
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| Uh, I was at the fight front row, yeah, I’m big dawg (Look)
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| And, no, nigga, if you ask a nigga, I ain’t tellin' you what my shit cost
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| Bitch askin' what floor we on, bitch, you know we penthouse
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| If that bitch can’t keep my blunts rolled, she gettin' kicked out
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| Bitch just used to keep them blunts rolled, shawty lit now
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| Hold up a quick second, Lucci, let me pop my shit now
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| Sixty on my mouthpiece, I be flossin' when I flaunt now
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| Baby, this Moncler, no we are not drippin' in Lacoste now
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| Pullin' up McLaren, lil' bitch better believe I got my top down
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| I don’t do no burglary, I specialize in kick doors
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| 40 with a dick, my shit be bustin' more than nymphos
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| Crack up in my pot, my trap be jumpin' like a kangaroo
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| I don’t love no thot, won’t buy them rocks, ho, you get switcharoo’d
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| Diamond got me shinin', got him sneakin' looks like peekaboo
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| I was way in VA tryna hit a lick with whoopty-whoop
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| We was jackin' cars, doin' fraud, that’s just how we mob
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| Heard that from afar, run up on me,
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| I don’t need a job, I broke the knob, I ran up six figures
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| My flow just hittin' licks, yeah, it’s hot, yeah, I caught fever
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| I go get them racks, you already know that, look
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| Don’t talk to me about no lick if you wasn’t on that
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| On the phone with Jackboy, free Lil Kodak, uh
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| Ayy, you ain’t heard? |
| They jacked boy for his Rollie, look
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| And they took his shit, but he gon' say they stole it, huh
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| How you sellin' nicks, but poppin' like you rollin'?
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| One thing I can’t do is let a nigga owe me
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| Another thing I can’t do is let a ho control me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck It , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album Wish Me Well 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп