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Fuck It Off (feat. Chris Brown)
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Fuck It Off (feat. Chris Brown)

Tee Grizzley, Chris Brown

Lyrics

Helluva made this beat, baby

Who you think you finna play with?

Who you think you finna run your mouth to and won't say shit?

I'm outchea when it's cold, leave you out there

Them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped

Hella nigga's talk shit but they stand still

Let's take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel?

Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers, I'ma change shit

Keep playin' with Liu Kang, I'ma kick it to your main bitch

And I've been fuckin' hoes on my bae shit

Come to the crib, I tell 'em go to the spaceship

Red pill, blue pill, we in The Matrix

Take it to the face, better do what I say, bitch

He make it outta here then he a winner

If a nigga try to run then we pull up in Sprinters

We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck it hit 'cho liver

End of discussion, it's nothing, I eat you pussies for dinner

I got no time, for fake one, killers on the west side, with them real guns

And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still come

"Where you at? Here, nigga!"

All this pussy I'ma drill somethin'

Why they hate to see a real nigga make it?

I done made a lot of change, now my people's changin'

By myself, I don't need no witness

Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it

I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky

And living every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras

I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw

You think I work this hard to fuck it off?

Once again, I gotta remind these niggas

Balenciaga, 'member when I couldn't buy these nigga

Called 'em bricks birds 'cause we really fly these bitches

Tell your mans I know I'm lit, but don't eye me nigga (oh, woah)

I'm solvin' every single problem with a tool

Supersoak a nigga like he jumpin' off the pool

If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news

Choppa lift a nigga up, I bet he make it to the moon (pow)

You can tell me and Breezy at the top

They want us to fail, hopin' that we fall but we not

Don't feel bad for what I did to them nigga's block

Can't say what happened, just know I had to get rid of the Glock (oh)

Remember my lick days, couldn't pull a bitch days (oh)

Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that shit paid (oh woah)

Niggas tryna to fake beef with a nigga that's just hate

Sneak dissin' me, I'll jump in my Dickies, niggas lame (pussy nigga)

Aye, nigga's terrible, who raised y'all?

Nigga's leeches I can't feed 'em, I can't baby y'all (you need to fuck off)

I'm giving headshots, I ain't 'bout to fade y'all

Bitch you ain't fuckin', bye Felicia, I can't play with y'all (woo)

Why they hate to see a real nigga make it?

I done made a lot of change, now my people's changin'

By myself, I don't need no witness

Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it

I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky

And living every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras

I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw

You think I work this hard to fuck it off?

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