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nothin to lose - q strange lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m an assh0l* and i ain’t got any class
i don’t care about a b*tch, just the money she has
brass knuckles to your grill and i’m takin’ your cash
fake ass act up, you’re so funny, we laugh
throw trash if you want, just guard your grill
before i knock you in your noggin and i probably will
a lotta low*life sk!ll for a bottle of pills
got a problem? then you need to see dr. phil
not me, ’cause you know i give zero f*cks
so stuck in a rut, could you spare a buck?
why the f*ck you lookin’ at me all weird and junk?
’cause i smell like beer when i need your mom?
f*ck that, i’m a drunk*ass piece of sh*t
a scumbag that don’t have a need to live
give me money, you don’t need it for your greedy b*tch
i need liquor, i don’t care how you feed your kids

get that money, gonna get that money
gonna take that money when i run up on you
broke and bummy, know that you’re oh*so scrummy
when you don’t got nothing, then there’s nothin’ to lose
[verse 2]
i got nothin’ to lose
i got something to prove
lemme get a dollar, just a couple’ll do (c’mon)
’cause i’m stuck in a rut and i run up on you
and i’ll cut you again if you get blood on my shoes
i need something to do, but won’t get a job
but with no other [?] i stole and rob
no, don’t be your [?] one and go to the cops
if you know what i do, then don’t get involved
n0body likes a snitch or a rat
you’re a b*tch like that, you get hit with a bat
i’ma kick in your door with a grin and a laugh
been in prison before and yo, i’ll risk going back
and yo, don’t let me see you if you got a rolex (why?)
’cause i’m only one step above homeless
i’m so broke that i stole from my very own kids
yeah, i know that’s low
but i give no sh*ts

[chorus]
puts your hands in the sky, wave ’em side to side
take your wallet and just give me everything inside
i can take your money, but never your pride
if i could, though, i would
but believe me, i tried
get that money, gonna get that money
gonna take that money when i run up on you
broke and bummy, know that you’re oh*so scrummy
when you don’t got nothing, then there’s nothin’ to lose

[verse 3]
you work for a jackpot, slavin’ away
day after day in a place that you hate
punchin’ the clock and you wait for your pay
then i punch in yo’ face and i take it away
i’m a godd*mn dirty rotten scoundrel
i was always good for nothin’ but i found a sk!ll
go loud in the town with a spouse or two
take the cash at your house and i count your bills (thank you)
i’m goin’ to h*ll because i’m such a bad man
wanna stop but i can’t, never will, fat chance
once met a stripper with a big*ass stacked
took the money from her garter when she did a lap dance
you’re makin’ it rain, but i’m more like a drought
call for the bouncers, they’re tossin’ me out
can’t afford a drink, what you talkin’ about?
drink a forty while i’m scratchin’ my b*lls on the couch

get that money, gonna get that money
gonna take that money when i run up on you
broke and bummy, know that you’re oh*so scrummy
when you don’t got nothing, then there’s nothin’ to lose

- q strange lyrics

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