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tha antifake - shit to do lyrics

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“sh-t to do”

“hook”
yea i got sh-t to do

naw i cant fucc with you

do you know why i cant fucc with you

cause i got sh-t to dooooooo

i aint got sh-t to prove

i aint got sh-t to lose

yea i gotta chase this money

b-tch i got sh-t to dooooo (repeat 1x)

(verse 1.)

i aint gotta show you sh-t

b-tch im tryna flip this bricc

its a must that i chase that checc

show my loyalty

and respect on my 10 toes stand erect

like my dicc when i see ya b-tch

my game solid no glitch

always on target i dont miss

curry with the scope

you get hit

its just a flicc of the wrist

these n-ggas sneak diss

but their b-tches they miss

b-tch no we cant kiss

you just got done succin my dicc

and my partners are next

and when you are done

put bacc on your sh-t

diss miss a b-tch

like martin

who aint got no money

i beg your pardon

my n-ggas we lit

on the left like harden

lit

like a bic

and these n-ggas hate because

we on our sh-t

cause n-gga we lit

and your b-tch on my dic

yea

so aint no room for you

“hook”
yea i got sh-t to do

naw i cant fucc with you

do you know why i cant fucc with you

cause i got sh-t to dooooooo

i aint got sh-t to prove

i aint got sh-t to lose

yea i gotta chase this money

b-tch i got sh-t to dooooo (repeat 1x)

(verse 2.)

b-tch i got now i don’t

i don’t care who got next

b-tch i’m the best

when it comes to finesse

when it come to the streets

they show me respect

real n-gga’s salute me

they know i’m the best

that stress on your chest

lead to nothing but death

it’s bad for your health

but beefing with me

is even worse for your health

better think for yourself

before i take off your top

got yo b-tch wet like a mop

could’ve fucc but i didn’t

but i got some quicc head

cause i’m still on the clocc
(i’m workin)

work work work work

work work

that’s all an-gga know

cash money cheese gettin gowop

and falling in yo hoe

yall don’t want beef

i will let them hammers blow

never catch me slippin i’m always on go

please don’t sleep on me

because i creep slow

and try to keep a clean nose

stay out of these folks face
(fucc the law)

but don’t make me

put you in your place

cause i’m still the same antifake

from the day before you met yesterday

“hook”
yea i got sh-t to do

naw i cant fucc with you

do you know why i cant fucc with you

cause i got sh-t to dooooooo

i aint got sh-t to prove

i aint got sh-t to lose

yea i gotta chase this money

b-tch i got sh-t to dooooo (repeat 1x)



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