J. Stalin - Fuk That lyrics

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J. Stalin - Fuk That lyrics

The Mekanix [Verse 1: J. Stalin] Nah, I ain't trying to dance n***a f** that I done popped all these pills so where the love at Where the bad b**hes and the d** at f** that, I'm trying to bring hot street back This molly got me hard as the concrete My b**h call me Too $hort she know I been a freak Where your friend at I need a two-piece Put that p**y on my hair like a cuffie Girl that a** so big and it juicy Throw that p**y at me ain't gotta give me a roofie I ain't got a lot of manners so excuse me f** my dick, you can have it b**h use me I don't give a f** about no motherf**ing floozy f** you, I'm a dog like Snoopy b**h, your n***as dumb and they goofy And I ain't never give a f** about a groupie [Hook: J. Stalin] I don't care if you owe me a dollar n***a f** that Think I'm playin' bout money I be right back That peace talk, I don't wanna hear none of that n***as think I'm playing, n***a f** that (f** that) f** that (f** that), f** that (f** that) n***as think I'm playing n***a f** that That peace talk I don't wanna hear none of that n***as think I'm playing I be right back [Verse 2: J. Stalin] n***a I be right back like I never left Smith & Wess with a teflon on my chest All that arguing about who the best Hands down n***as know he coming out the West Bullets tearing through the flesh of you b**h n***as I had the undertaker dig a ditch n***a Livewire, the game run it with an iron fist n***a I ain't worried about nothing but my chips n***a Big banger, big bezel on my wrist n***a Everytime I speak you with the thoughts of a drug dealer Real n***a, horny motherf**er, p**y k**er Stop trying to treat me like I'm Tito when I'm Mike n***a Busting down bands, going shopping with my white n***as I get real skrilla, your b**h think I'm Godzilla Slide through, shoot sh** up on the (?) Told 'em I be right back, you ain't even know n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Too $hort] f** the economy, f** hard times f** what your going through, gimme all mine Every dime, you dreaming bout a brand new whip What you finna flip, we'll take that sh**, b**h Trying to creep through the town See your picture in the paper when we lay your a** down Cause you ain't nothing but a clown Another dead body was found Is it true? Was it you? What them n***as do? f** with Short Dogg, motherf**er you through All you fake n***as gonna get it one day Owing people money you don't ever wanna pay Now they wanna k** you, they can't wait It's the money or your life, it's too late Can't pay 'em next week, or turn back time Ned to stop being stupid and learn how to grind, b*tch [Hook]

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