f#ck Dat Shit Lyrics – Key Glock
Singer: Key Glock
Title: f#ck Dat Shit
Sick of these n#gg#s, you know what it is
(BandPlay)
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Ayy, I just want the money, f#ck the fame and all that other sh#t
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (Fah-fah)
Yeah, I keep nina on my side, you know that she my gutter b#tch (Yeah)
I got a check (Yeah) and f#cked it up (Yeah), I did it for the f#ck of it (Yeah-yeah)
Ayy, I just want the money, f#ck the fame and all that other sh#t
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
Yeah, I keep nina on my side, you know that she my gutter b#tch (Switch)
I got a check and f#cked it up, I did it for the f#ck of it (The f#ck?)
Can’t take it with you, f#ck this sh#t (Yeah), my n#gg#, f#ck this sh#t (Yeah)
I f#ck it up (Yeah) and get that sh#t right back (Phew, phew), oh yeah, I love this sh#t (Yeah)
Can’t take it with you, f#ck this sh#t (Yeah), my n#gg#, f#ck this 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
Time example, you can take a look at what’s up in my cup
Real n#gg# give you anything, but still don’t give a f#ck
Rich n#gg#, I get what I want, these n#gg#s don’t want nothin’
How the hell you hangin’ with the opps and tryna hang with us?
Cutthroat La Familia, all my n#gg#s damn near slice sh#t up (Gang)
Turn nickels to millions, keep that blicky on me no matter what (Phew, fah)
Ayy, get up out your feelings, n#gg#, go and get a bag or somethin’ (The f#ck?)
Uh
Ayy, n#gg#, get up out your feelings, n#gg#, go and get a bag or somethin’
Yeah (Woah)
f#ck n#gg#, Paper Route, all that
Ayy, I just want the money, f#ck the fame and all that other sh#t (The money)
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (Fah)
Yeah, I keep nina on my side (Fah), you know that she my gutter b#tch (On God, on God, shh)
I got a check (Shh) and f#cked it up (On God), I did it for the f#ck of it (Yeah)
I’m sucker free, no sucker sh#t (Yeah), ain’t on no sucker sh#t
I’m rocking 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 damn money, it don’t make no sense
Cheah
Yeah (Ayy, boy, let’s go)
(I’m rocking blue diamonds, smokin’ gelato like my brother, b#tch)
I’m rocking blue diamonds, smokin’ gelato like my brother, b#tch
I just want the money, f#ck the fame and all that other sh#t (On God)
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (Yeah, yeah, yeah, fah)
Yeah, I keep nina on my side (Yeah), you know that she my gutter b#tch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a check (Yeah) and f#cked it up (Yeah), I did it for the f#ck of it (Yeah, yeah, f#ck)
Can’t take it with you, f#ck this sh#t (Yeah), my n#gg#, f#ck this sh#t (Yeah)
Haha, ayy
Can’t take it with you, f#ck this sh#t (Yeah), my n#gg#, f#ck this sh#t
Go spin, n#gg#, talkin’ ’bout all plugs
On God
Ayy
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