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key glock - fuck dat shit lyrics

[intro]
sick of these lame+ass n+ggas
(bandplay)

[chorus]
ayy, i just want the money, f+ck the fame and all that other sh+t
yeah, i made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks (fah, fah)
yeah, i keep nina on my side, you know that she my gutter b+tch
i got a check and f+cked it up, i did it for the f+ck of it
ayy, i just want the money, f+ck the fame and all that other sh+t
yeah, i made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks (fah, fah, fah)
yeah, i keep nina on my side, you know that she my gutter b+tch
i got a check and f+cked it up, i did it for the f+ck of it (the f+ck?)
[verse 1]
can’t take it with you, f+ck that sh+t (yeah), my n+gga, f+ck that sh+t (yeah)
i f+ck it up (yeah), and gеt that sh+t right back (phew, phew), oh yeah, i lovе this sh+t (yeah)
can’t take it with you, f+ck this sh+t (yeah), my n+gga, f+ck that sh+t (yeah)
i f+ck it up (phew), and get that sh+t right back (phew, phew), oh yeah, i love this sh+t (love)
i hate what i love ’cause sometimes i love that sh+t too much
prime example, you can take a look at what’s up in my cup
real n+gga, give you anything, but still don’t give a f+ck
rich n+gga, i get what i want, these n+ggas don’t want nothin’
how the h+ll you hangin’ with the opps and tryna hang with us?
cutthroat la familia, all my n+ggas down to slice you up
turn nickels to millions, keep that bl!cky on me no matter what
ayy, get up out your feelings, n+gga, and go and get a bag or somethin’ (the f+ck?)

[interlude]
ayy (n+gga)
get up out your feelings, n+gga, go and get a bag or somethin’ (yeah)
what you sittin’ on your ass for, n+gga? all this paper out here
ayy

[chorus]
i just want the money, f+ck the fame and all that other sh+t
yeah, i made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks
yeah, i keep nina on my side, you know that she my gutter b+tch
i got a check and f+cked it up, i did it for the f+ck of it
[verse 2]
i’m sucker free, no sucker sh+t (yeah), ain’t on no sucker sh+t
i’m rockin’ blue diamonds, smokin’ gelato like my brother, b+tch
they say if it don’t make no money, then it don’t make no sense
well, i been makin’ so much d+mn money, it don’t make no sense
yeah, ayy (let’s go)
i’m rockin’ blue diamonds, smokin’ gelato like my brother, b+tch
i’m rockin’ blue diamonds, smokin’ gelato like my brother, b+tch

[outro]
can’t take it with you, f+ck that sh+t, my n+gga, f+ck that sh+t (f+ck that sh+t)
ayy, can’t take it with you, f+ck that sh+t (yeah), my n+gga, f+ck that sh+t (f+ck that sh+t)
i’ma spend that sh+t, n+gga, ’til my heart pumps
on god
yeah

- key glock lyrics

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