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j. stalin - fuk that lyrics

the mekanix

[verse 1: j. stalin]
nah, i ain’t trying to dance n-gga f-ck that
i done popped all these pills so where the love at
where the bad b-tches and the drugs at
f-ck that, i’m trying to bring high street back
this molly got me hard as the concrete
my b-tch call me too $hort she know i been a freak
where your friend at i need a two-piece
put that p-ssy on my head like a kufi
girl that -ss so big and it juicy
throw that p-ssy at me ain’t gotta give me a roofie
i ain’t got a lot of manners so excuse me
f-ck my d-ck, you can have it b-tch use me
i don’t give a f-ck about no motherf-cking floozy
f-ck you, i’m a dog like snoopy
b-tch, your n-ggas dumb and they goofy
and i ain’t never give a f-ck about a groupie

[hook: j. stalin]
i don’t care if you owe me a dollar n-gga f-ck that
think i’m playin’ bout money i be right back
that peace talk, i don’t wanna hear none of that
n-ggas think i’m playing, n-gga f-ck that (f-ck that)
f-ck that (f-ck that), f-ck that (f-ck that)
n-ggas think i’m playing n-gga f-ck that
that peace talk i don’t wanna hear none of that
n-ggas think i’m playing i be right back

[verse 2: j. stalin]
n-gga i be right back like i never left
smith & wess with a teflon on my chest
all that arguing about who the best
hands down n-ggas know he coming out the west
bullets tearing through the flesh of you b-tch n-ggas
i had the undertaker dig a ditch n-gga
livewire, the game run it with an iron fist n-gga
i ain’t worried about nothing but my chips n-gga
big banger, big bezel on my wrist n-gga
everytime i speak you with the thoughts of a drug dealer
real n-gga, h-rny motherf-cker, p-ssy k!ller
stop trying to treat me like i’m t-to when i’m mike n-gga
busting down bands, going shopping with my white n-ggas
i get real skrilla, your b-tch think i’m godzilla
slide through, shoot sh-t up on the (?)
told ’em i be right back, you ain’t even know n-gga

[hook]

[verse 3: too $hort]
f-ck the economy, f-ck hard times
f-ck what your going through, gimme all mine
every dime, you dreaming bout a brand new whip
what you finna flip, we’ll take that sh-t, b-tch
trying to creep through the town
see your picture in the paper when we lay your -ss down
cause you ain’t nothing but a clown
another dead body was found
is it true?
was it you?
what them n-ggas do?
f-ck with short dogg, motherf-cker you through
all you fake n-ggas gonna get it one day
owing people money you don’t ever wanna pay
now they wanna k!ll you, they can’t wait
it’s the money or your life, it’s too late
can’t pay ’em next week, or turn back time
ned to stop being stupid and learn how to grind, b-tch

[hook]

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