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Fuck You Think

Dave East

Black Rose

22.07.2014

87

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Hook] All we chase is paper, the fuck you think? (uh) Smoke O.G. Kush, then pour my drink (pour up) No time to think about the broads we’ve laid (no time!) Flip this work, then we can all get paid [Verse 1] Go against me, that’s a no-no I hit the tree like Sonny Bono Scooped your wifey up, let’s make a porno In love with revolvers, but keep a auto My niggas creep, the Lord knows Trying to take care of this [farce, Fargo?] Blanc Castellano No assassination, my team’s ready Never look light, same reason why we seem heavy Never got no rest, couldn’t hold a dream steady My team’s deadly, [paid the ransom before we’d seen the pellys?] Watching Belly, [?] was Sincere, like [?] fried chicken eating [?] Rappers mad gay now, all these niggas queer-like Beef ‘ll have you paranoid, like have you ever feared life? Have you ever sold a pack, middle of winter? Timberland thermals underneath Hustling for dinner, I get it on On a sunny day I’m bringing the storm Got your wifey texting “what to wear?” “Just bring you a thong” Backwoods, 40 pack, I don’t need me a bong Now everybody want a feature like I need me a song Uptowns with the strap like they’re ‘bout to shoot Gutter hopping out the coupe O-four, I was bagging whores with the Prada boots [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Eighty-eight, beginning of June, a king was born (a king) Married to the streets, every day my ring is on (every day) Now I make hits for the streets, they sing along No cheerleading movies, them groupies like bring it on (ah!) I oppose all threats, no contest, untouchable Raised in the gutter, my energy’s never comfortable (never) Rats, roaches, dope selling, that shit ‘ll trouble you Belve on ice in the fridge, suite at The W Came a long way from hustling right in front of cops Fiends sounding like Rob Base, screaming “I want a rock!” Young boys don’t want to rumble, they’re like I want a Glock I want the world [?], you niggas want a block Watching Lebron on SportsCenter with the sour lit Official nigga from the streets, and I’m proud of it Any disrespect to my posse and we gon’ shower shit (prrr!) Hottest in my city, it don’t matter who acknowledges it [Hook x2]
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