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fuck that bitch! - hatred & confusion lyrics

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[chorus: unknown confusion]
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch

i just want the riches and the money and the digits
crackheads hit my line and all they wanna do is fidget

so…
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch

[verse 1: unknown confusion]
just dont hit my line if you ain’t talking bout that business
serves all on my line so i ain’t got no time for b*tches
wasting all my time so ima leave a f*cking witness
sipping on my drink and im just minding my own business
chasing money bags and i be getting to the riches
never gave a f*ck about these quad city b*tches

[chorus: unknown confusion]
so
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch
never gave a f*ck, never gave a f*ck
never did, never could, i dont give a f*ck

f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch

[verse 2: mister hatred]
i just said f*ck it
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch

f*ck that sh*t, when i let it rip
yo cranium, yo head it splits
trying to make this relish b*tch
while making all these h*llish hits

everybody wanna be the one at the top
but im not gonna let my bro down
it dont stop till we rock, and the block get hot
and we gots to have a show down

if you know me i dont slow down, i be flowing till the sun down
just me and my homie and you know these beats they gone pound
we be taking shots, you know we cannot stop with one round
its unknown confusion, you know that means to confound
[chorus: mister hatred]
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch

all i need is homies, we be k!lling instrumentals
grilling out at night and we at jaylen’s residential

f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch

we be k!lling beats, we be committing verbal felonies
we be mmi, we be monstrous melodies

[bridge: mister hatred]
i been f*cking with my go pro, hoes go loco
bringing the brown sugar, know my partner got the cocoa
hash by the boatload, gas like cinoco
grass for the low low, smash like a pogo

[chorus: unknown confusion]
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch
i just want the riches and the money and the digits
crackheads hit my line and all they wanna do is fidget

so…
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck the sh*t
f*ck that b*tch

just dont hit my line if you ain’t talking bout that business
serves all on my line so i ain’t got no time for b*tches
wasting all my time so ima leave a f*cking witness
sipping on my drink and im just minding my own business
chasing money bags and i be getting to the riches
never gave a f*ck about these quad city b*tches

so.. f*ck

- hatred confusion lyrics

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