letra de fuck shit remix - 870glizzy & jasiah
[intro]
(yeah, yeah)
(sippin’ on that nice powerade, you feel me?)
(yeah, had to bring the mic out the booth for this one)
i was in detention, bad relations with my teachers
i don’t partic-p-te, i sat my ass right on the bleachers
arkansas baby glizzy blasting through your speaker
they say i’m a demon, but i feel more like a creature
[verse 1]
b-tch, i came to f-ck sh-t up, ain’t no reason
why these n-ggas try to play me like their b-tch won’t drink my s-m-n
glock, glock, glock, glocky in my hand, b-tch, i’m a reaper
threw his ass [?] ’cause i left that p-ssy bleedin’
boy, you’re music ass, don’t quit your job at littlе caesers
your [?] ain’t sh-t to what thesе f-ckin’ t–th are
i put it to your head like we playin’ f-ckin’ vr
got this pretty b-tch, she shakin’ ass just like a seizure
shake that ass up on this d-ck, ’cause i’m gettin’ rich now
but stupid n-ggas still get split, [?]
i don’t know why you love talkin’ sh-t
you still live at your mama house
we gon’ spin your block and blow it up, see what osama ’bout
[chorus]
i want money, money, money, i ain’t comin’ for the f-ck sh-t
i don’t like to party, you won’t catch me at your function
shorty got that neck, neck, neck, neck, hit me with some suction
told them p-ssies, “i don’t give a f-ck ’bout your assumptions”
[verse 2]
f-ck what you heard, and f-ck what they talkin’ ’bout
he on the curb, in my nikes, i stomped him out
say the wrong word, might get you smoked
i’m from the a where we get to the dough
won’t let us in, so we kick in the door
i got me some bands, but i need me some more
i got me a chop like a fan, it’s gon’ blow
don’t got it on me, i probably won’t go, woah, woah
b-tch, i’m dripping hard, got a leek like 1201
if its 12 on 1, i up the bl!ck, i’m blowing 1
yeah, came down to it, it’s me and him, and i ain’t goin’
bl!ck gon’ chop them n-ggas down like i was mowin’
i don’t wanna f-ck wit’ you, n-gga, f-ck you
switch up on the gang so many times
don’t know what’s up wit’ you
[chorus]
i want money, money, money, i ain’t comin’ for the f-ck sh-t
i don’t like to party, you won’t catch me at your function
shorty got that neck, neck, neck, neck, hit me with some suction
told them p-ssies, “i don’t give a f-ck ’bout your assumptions”
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