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fuckit - the celestics lyrics

[intro: nana zen]
oh you think you cool cause you have a mixtape coming out soon, n-gga. huh huh, you were them shoes thinking you fly, no n-gga, no

[verse 1: louie p]
yo, i’m about to sign this record deal man (f-ck it)
they talking about this sh-t is real man (f-ck them)
i let them know just how i feel man (f-ck it)
give these motherf-ckers the chills man (f-ck it)
and plus my d-ck is hard as steel man (f-ck it)
thinking bout getting the golden grill man (f-ck it)
send this money to george foreman (f-ck it)
my girl [?] as [?] man (f-ck it)
f-ck this car, f-ck this house (yeah f-ck that)
f-ck these other n-ggas, f-ck this couch (f-ck it)
got me feeling like lebron james (f-ck lebron james)
with some hair like rick james (f-ck this man)
show them all these n-ggas is lames (f-ck it)
louie p don’t play no games, huh (f-ck it)
yeah, yeah i pop the molly i’m sweating (f-ck it)
but after that your career it ain’t nothing, n-gga (f-ck it)

[interlude: nana zen & dudley doo]
yo my n-gga, f-ck that n-gga ben dudley, ay yo that n-gga kaytra man he look like a hobo and i will not talk about that louie p with his big nose. [laughs] sup playboy, can i start [?] f-cking cars n-gga

[verse 2: louie p & dudley doo]
just got a brand new pair of kicks man (f-ck it)
my n-gga do i give a sh-t man (f-ck it)
look at your boy, look at my wrist man (f-ck it)
there ain’t no ring gold up in this man (f-ck it)
let me just switch up the star bruh (f-ck it)
hey ben it’s ready in a while bruh (f-ck it)
man this n-gga talking about he ratchet (f-ck it)
i head this n-gga was just lazy (f-ck it)
n-gga’s thinking that he’s balling (f-ck it)
getting crossed now he falling (f-ck it)
that b-tch screaming like master p (f-ck it)
you know that’s why she get the d (f-ck it)
but me i be like silkk the shocker (f-ck it)
come through i bring the drama (f-ck it)
huh, huh, ha boiii, you know you jacking my style
catch me and tricks like craig mack on the first n-gga
it’s dirty dudes so (f-ck it)
i’m ‘bout to take over this rap sh-t like (f-ck it)
i mean (f-ck it)
i’m not even a rapper still it remains speakers
my n-gga pipo that’s my dawg like a golden retriever
it’s the supreme laziness
the whole crew up in this joint seeking success
we the best, we work hard, we must rest
and when i get up i jump in [?] like a test
the nba i set the past i come from indiana
when i rap i’m a saint like i’m from louisiana
that drew brees man
my flow so cold sometimes i freeze man
this sh-t easy for me like cheese man
so f-ck it
haitian accent the way i roll this sh-t man call me the president
but no sweet mickey more like bill clinton
i put cigars in them hoes
i always deliver like motherf-cking domino’s

aight, aight

- the celestics lyrics

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