lil durk & lil reese – fuck dat shit lyrics
[intro: lil durk]
in the booth with my n-gg- reesey man
’bout 10 thousand on me, 10 thousand right now
smell that money man
let’s get it!
[verse 1: lil durk]
b-tches only the family
so much drugs i need counseling (let’s get it)
n-gg-s’ b-tches actin’ like trannies (p-ssy)
only scammers and the bandits (come on)
and my rollie like a trophy, i used to live with my granny
i’ma always trick a b-tch out of panties (panty)
i’ma always trick a b-tch to do xannies (gang)
i done got head in a yacht in miami
the n-gg- be broke and try to voice their opinion (for real)
police n-gg-s be workin’, tell them n-gg-s it ain’t worth it (worth it)
told the b-tch ain’t perfect, i can get her a burkin (burkin)
told her she can’t get nowhere when i’m goin’ on the perkys
(turn up) run up on ’em, scooter scoom
run up on ’em, booma boom (rrah)
choppa sh-lls goin’ through
i’m the sh-t, number 2 (yeah)
n-gg-s got comfortable, finesse goin’ through the roof (p-ssy)
and she know i f-ck with you, she don’t know i’m f-ckin’ you
[hook: lil reese]
let’s get this money, f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
you ain’t chasin’ no check, f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
you don’t got respect, f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
you ain’t made like that, f-ck that sh-t
i’m like f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
i’ma get right back, f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
you ain’t suckin’ no d-ck, b-tch
i’m like f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
you ain’t hit no licks, f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
you weren’t raised like this, f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
[verse 2: lil reese]
from the lam to the wic, got alot of sticks
from the lam to the wic, did alot of sh-t
that n-gg- might snitch, so we watch him close and sh-t
get close and sh-t, fn might expose some sh-t
all that hatin’ and sh-t you thought a n-gg- ain’t notice it
don’t think we loafin’ you know a n-gg- totin’
smokin’ no chokin’, 120 on the e-way
i’m ridin’ and smokin’, tryna stay focused
[verse 3: lil durk]
btiches naggin’, in skinny jeans when i’m saggin’
yes i got it i pull my glocks in fashion
uh, huh, get them digits
uh, huh, don’t chase no b-tches
uh, huh, play with chickens
uh, huh, them ain’t my n-gg-s
[hook: lil reese]
let’s get this money, f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
you ain’t chasin’ no check, f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
you don’t got respect, f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
you ain’t made like that, f-ck that sh-t
i’m like f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
i’ma get right back, f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
you ain’t suckin’ no d-ck, b-tch
i’m like f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
you ain’t hit no licks, f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
you weren’t raised like this, f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
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