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fuck dat shit - key glock lyrics

[intro]
sick of these lame*ass n*ggas
(bandplay)

[chorus]
ayy, i just want the money, f*ck the fame and all that other sh*t
yeah, i made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks (fah, fah)
yeah, i keep nina on my side, you know that she my gutter b*tch
i got a check and f*cked it up, i did it for the f*ck of it
ayy, i just want the money, f*ck the fame and all that other sh*t
yeah, i made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks (fah, fah, fah)
yeah, i keep nina on my side, you know that she my gutter b*tch
i got a check and f*cked it up, i did it for the f*ck of it (the f*ck?)
[verse 1]
can’t take it with you, f*ck that sh*t (yeah), my n*gga, f*ck that sh*t (yeah)
i f*ck it up (yeah), and gеt that sh*t right back (phew, phew), oh yeah, i lovе this sh*t (yeah)
can’t take it with you, f*ck this sh*t (yeah), my n*gga, f*ck that sh*t (yeah)
i f*ck it up (phew), and get that sh*t right back (phew, phew), oh yeah, i love this sh*t (love)
i hate what i love ’cause sometimes i love that sh*t too much
prime example, you can take a look at what’s up in my cup
real n*gga, give you anything, but still don’t give a f*ck
rich n*gga, i get what i want, these n*ggas don’t want nothin’
how the h*ll you hangin’ with the opps and tryna hang with us?
cutthroat la familia, all my n*ggas down to slice you up
turn nickels to millions, keep that bl!cky on me no matter what
ayy, get up out your feelings, n*gga, and go and get a bag or somethin’ (the f*ck?)

[interlude]
ayy (n*gga)
get up out your feelings, n*gga, go and get a bag or somethin’ (yeah)
what you sittin’ on your ass for, n*gga? all this paper out here
ayy

[chorus]
i just want the money, f*ck the fame and all that other sh*t
yeah, i made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks
yeah, i keep nina on my side, you know that she my gutter b*tch
i got a check and f*cked it up, i did it for the f*ck of it
[verse 2]
i’m sucker free, no sucker sh*t (yeah), ain’t on no sucker sh*t
i’m rockin’ blue diamonds, smokin’ gelato like my brother, b*tch
they say if it don’t make no money, then it don’t make no sense
well, i been makin’ so much d*mn money, it don’t make no sense
yeah, ayy (let’s go)
i’m rockin’ blue diamonds, smokin’ gelato like my brother, b*tch
i’m rockin’ blue diamonds, smokin’ gelato like my brother, b*tch

[outro]
can’t take it with you, f*ck that sh*t, my n*gga, f*ck that sh*t (f*ck that sh*t)
ayy, can’t take it with you, f*ck that sh*t (yeah), my n*gga, f*ck that sh*t (f*ck that sh*t)
i’ma spend that sh*t, n*gga, ’til my heart pumps
on god
yeah

- key glock lyrics

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