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Lil Durk( Durk Banks )
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Fuck Dat Shit
In the booth with my nigga Reesey man 'Bout ten thousand on me, ten thousand right now Smell that money man Let's get it!
Bitches only the family So much drugs I need cancer (let's get it) Niggas' bitches actin' like trannies (pussy) Only scammers and the bandits (come on) And my rollie like a trophy, I used to live with my granny I'ma always trick a bitch out of panties (panty) I'ma always trick a bitch to do xannies (gang) I done got head in a yacht in Miami The nigga be broke and try to voice their opinion (for real) Police niggas be workin', tell them niggas it ain't worth it (worth it) Told the bitch ain't perfect, I can get her a Burkin (Burkin) Told her she can't get nowhere when I'm goin' on the perkys (Turn up) Run up on 'em, scooter scoom Run up on 'em, booma boom (rrah) Choppa shells goin' through I'm the shit, number two (yeah) Niggas got comfortable, finesse goin' through the roof (pussy) And she know I fuck with you, she don't know I'm fuckin' you
Let's get this money, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't chasin' no check, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You don't got respect, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't made like that, fuck that shit I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit I'ma get right back, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't suckin' no dick, bitch I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't hit no licks, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You weren't raised like this, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
From the land to the weak, got alot of sticks From the land to the weak, did alot of shit That nigga might snitch, so we watch him close and shit Get close and shit, FN might expose some shit All that hatin' and shit you thought a nigga ain't notice it Don't think we loafin' you know a nigga totin' Smokin' no chokin', 120 on the E-way I'm ridin' and smokin', tryna stay focused
Btiches naggin', in scene jeans when I'm saggin' Yes I got it I pull my Glocks in fashion Uh, huh, get them digits Uh, huh, don't chase no bitches Uh, huh, play with chickens Uh, huh, them ain't my niggas
Let's get this money, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't chasin' no check, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You don't got respect, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't made like that, fuck that shit I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit I'ma get right back, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't suckin' no dick, bitch I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't hit no licks, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You weren't raised like this, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
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