Testo Fuck It - Young Dolph
Testo della canzone Fuck It (Young Dolph), tratta dall'album King of Memphis
Uh-uh
Yeah, it's Dolph
You know what I mean nigga?
I don't give a fuck about none of this shit nigga
I just pulled up at the car lot, spent a half a mill like, fuck it
Thought he was a real one but he wasn't, so it's fuck him
I, I just poured a six in a one liter and I'm like, fuck it
If I let your bitch come get me head then that bitch lucky
(What you doing?) I'm drinking dirty, I'm riding dirty
She got on no panties but I'm in a hurry
Promethazine with codeine when I get thirsty
I told all my niggas I got 'em, don't worry
I fucked up 200,000 on jewelry (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fuck it (fuck it), fuck it (fuck it), fuck it (fuck it)
Fuck that shit
Never was I 'possed to make it this far but I made it
Couple millions later, my closest niggas started hating
Momma fucked around and made a rich crack baby
So to the day I die, she gon' be my first lady
They tried to lock me out, I kicked the door down and I took it
Ain't never sold cocaine but I'm so street that I can cook it
Before I learned by ABCs, I learned how to hustle
Girl, you just another lost bitch out here fucking with these bustas
Spiked my root beer with the lean and she just took a Xanax
Blame it on the pill while she coming out her panties
Tell all my niggas I love them while they're here, don't take them for granted
The realest nigga in this shit right here, please don't panic
I just pulled up at the car lot, spent a half a mill like, fuck it
Thought he was a real one but he wasn't, so it's fuck him
I, I just poured a six in a one liter and I'm like, fuck it
If I let your bitch come get me head then that bitch lucky
(What you doing?) I'm drinking dirty, I'm riding dirty
She got on no panties but I'm in a hurry
Promethazine with codeine when I get thirsty
I told all my niggas I got 'em, don't worry
I fucked up 200,000 on jewelry (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fuck it (fuck it), fuck it (fuck it), fuck it (fuck it)
Fuck that shit
I didn't come in this game to try to be friends with these rappers
To keep that shit one hundred my nigga, all my homeboys trappers
I made enough cake in the trap to send my kids to Stanford
Baby Dolph already hustling and he still in pampers
Record labels wanna sign me, I said let's do it, fuck it
If you ain't talking Ms, your conversation, you can cut it
Now watching my ring is flooded, yeah
All of these bitches they love me, yeah
7,000 dollar coat on, High Class Street Nigga thuggin', yeah
Pour up 'til I can't drink no more, count paper 'til I can't no more
I used to have a little love in my heart for them niggas but I ain't no more
I showed them little niggas how to dress and what to smoke, yeah, that's for sure
Trend setter slash CEO, all my old hoes like, where you go?
I just pulled up at the car lot, spent a half a mill like, fuck it
Thought he was a real one but he wasn't, so it's fuck him
I, I just poured a six in a one liter and I'm like, fuck it
If I let your bitch come get me head then that bitch lucky
(What you doing?) I'm drinking dirty, I'm riding dirty
She got on no panties but I'm in a hurry
Promethazine with codeine when I get thirsty
I told all my niggas I got 'em, don't worry
I fucked up 200,000 on jewelry (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fuck it (fuck it), fuck it (fuck it), fuck it (fuck it)
Fuck that shit
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Writer(s): Juaquin Malphurs, Joshua Luellen, Nyquan Malphurs, Bryan Simmons, Mariel Orr
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