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Текст (слова) песни: FT (Fuck That) - F-It-Less

Yo, yo you can let the magnum bust or puff bags of dust
If you mad at us, watch that ass get crushed
Now ya screamin` why did the blood have to rush
It`s a bunch of thugs after us, slugs blastin` us
Y`all rollers done mashed her up
The nigga with the live weapons
Who got shorty runnin` and comin` in five seconds
Givin` back shots patch box, fat knots
I rap hot, like black glocks
Disrespect this and get disconnected
Then sprayed like disinfectant
The shit I spit keep my lip infected
I practice safe sex so my dick`s protected
And hold the gat wild, puffin` fat L`s
Bonin` a chick listening to Maxwell
On a Maxell, my man called me on a black cell
He told me he got bagged for a crack sell
How ya feelin` son, not that well
Bustin` techs and shit
And no matter what sex you is
Behind ya back niggas`ll sex ya bitch
Make you wonder where the exit is
Fuck That, cuttin` no slack
I`m bustin` fat nuts on ya back

[Hook x2]
Yo, what it look like
You got crack what it cook like
You gotta track, what`s the hook like
F is off the hook, right
We stole cars while you took bikes
And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped

[Verse 2]
Hey yo, what it look like
You got crack what it cook like
You gotta track, what`s the hook like
F is off the hook, right
We stole cars while you took bikes
And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped
You`s a half thug, beatin` ya dick in the bathtub
I get mad love, do a crime won`t get bagged up
Roll in the set, put a hole in ya chest, open ya chest,
Flowin the best, no one contest, I`m blowin` ya vest
Until I die, I`ll be high off drugs
Money bought me everything but couldn`t buy me love
My niggas blast and shoot cha` from here to Massachusetts
The cash be ruthless, that`s why ya ass is toothless
You ain`t half as ill as the admiral
You a crab for real, nigga grab ya shield
Rappers wanna kill me and blast me cause my rhymes are filthy
While other niggas are silky and sassy
Upset ya squad, I`ll never wet chu` God
Y`all niggas ain`t worth a dollar fifty on a Metro card
FUCK THAT!, I bust gats, sit on the side like hubcaps
Never leave home with out the rough raps
Paper, I got to touch that, you want bitches, I want track

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Yo, I know this ho that`ll set chu` up and take ya tech
Then niggas that make you peck to break ya neck
Her mind was the dirtiest
Ever since her pops died on the 30th
She was livin` the life of unworthiness
Her name was Karen, she drove a black LeBaron
And by the way, she used to sell packs of crack for Aaron
Tyron, do anything to be in a live zone
Smoke five bones then rob the jewelry store for nine stones
Attack ya town, packin` pounds, smackin` clowns
Back em` down like Jackie Brown
You never had skill, I`m mad ill like an overdose of Advil
Killer at will

[Hook x2]

Fuck That, true criminal
F-F gonna hold this down
Fuck That, true criminal
F-F gonna hold this down
Fuck That, true crimina
F-F gonna hold this down
Fuck That, true criminal
F-F gonna hold this down
Fuck That, true criminal
F-F gonna hold this down

 

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