royal clutch - what the fuck they want lyrics
hook:
yo what the f-ck they want from me man, what the f-ck they want from me man, me man, yo what the f-ck they want from me man, me man, yo what the f-ck they want from me man
kos d:
shorty never see me but she seen me last weekend and it’s monday, pile of papers lined up for a n-gg-h what the f-ck man, how i’m spose to function, when i’m trying to run a business with my n-gg-hz, like we roc a fella with it, f-ck shot, jump up in my vision like conjunctive, itis i be tryna find some place where i can hide a little
jase:
something
maybe i stash my cash, prolly an ounce of weed to breathe
maybe my mind, my time, but certain sh-t my n-gg- i need
hook:
yo what the f-ck they want from me man, what the f-ck they want from me man, me man, yo what the f-ck they want from me man, me man, yo what the f-ck they want from me man
jase:
the only 3 things in life certain is death, taxes and b-tches talk out of their neck on me
i can’t believe that everyday my father reminding me
the block is hot, filleting n-gg-s, lay him down
check my pay stubs, government like “pay me now!’
how we gon’ feed them chickens now? i don’t know
hook:
yo what the f-ck they want from me man, what the f-ck they want from me man, me man, yo what the f-ck they want from me man, me man, yo what the f-ck they want from me man
bushiido brown:
unemployment woes despite the application
still been bussing stoves from all across the nation
google got the drop on all the cover letters
could’ve googled longer would’ve wrote it better
now i’m back to bouncing bars and selling trees
surviving this city with my ways of me
everyday i’m scheming on some scheming schemes tryna achieve these dreams
talking to my dad, father figure told me get a job lil n-gg-
moved a half a pound to pay for mta
at the interview, they told me “man, i’m sorry n-gg-”
well, back to doing dirt to fund my puffy ways
couple beats a day, h-lla rhymes a second
watching lupin the 3rd, rocking back and forth
i’m on the mothership, open another fifth
we out in b-more city, trapping out the “orph”
the f-ck y’all want from me, line step habitually
line dance and texas tea, i’m that type of cat
owwww!
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