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Fuck Court Lyrics - Artist : Duwap Kaine
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Go away, 6houl Nigga, if I'm broke, that's so sad of me Majority of the time I got them racks with me I been [?] but I ain't SOD I been a lil' nigga with that check on me You try me and the gang, that's just a tragedy And all the shit I wear, I know they mad at me And all the shit I did, I know they made at me Fuck you nigga (Fuck 'em), yes, stay mad at me I'm counting all this cash, yeah, I'm too happy (Damn) I'm at a private low, you can't get the addy This bitch is shaking ass, they rolling off Addy's Street nigga, but the life I live is so fancy I feel like Soulja Boy, bitch, I'm the swag daddy I'ma cop a FN, let it sign like Cassie When I'm in that Beamer, nigga, no, you can't pass me Feel like Rich the Kid, I always got a bag on me Like a proud mom, them bitches, they gon' brag on me 'Cause everybody love me, it's a south-side thing I took thirty thousand off the [?] Got Tris, I got [?], yeah, I'm 'bout my drank And I'm down to help my niggas who have not a thing (Thing) I been up in that field, ain't shit but a chicken wing We need to animal hunt, nigga, how we killing things And nigga, you a bitch, don't mention my name Man, you gon' meet the Glock, try to touch my chain I'm feeling like the OC's, Gucci Mane I know I'm not invisible so I pray in vein I'm riding 'round, nigga, and I'm smoking propane I'm riding 'round, nigga, not-not with no lames Damn, the way this choppa sign, thought it was Rick James They want profit off your name and that's just a shame They want profit off your name, they ain't got no brain And that .45, it hit him, he ain't got no brain Like nigga, fuck the system, nigga, had to change Plus I'll feel like the victim, don't care if I ran away Man, free lil' Tay-K, I been did the race And she wanna play games, this is not charades And I sip the lean to the Hennessy And free my niggas that gotta make [?] Fuck the internet, my computer, how a nigga get paid A bad bitch in my vision and you know I hear slay Fuck court, nigga, I'ma have y'all money by May I came with the gang, that's how we mobbing today I came with an AR and I came with a K Like which one should I grab? How I'm feeling today? And R.I.P. Goon, nigga, "Hey auntie" I'm pimping your old bitch, look what your bitch bought me (Your bitch) |
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