Fuck Dat - Dave East, Young Dolph

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit

Fuck that shit

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit

I’m tryna dodge haters, they keep popping up

I got 'em coming back, I guess it’s not enough

Get it in a bag or get it bottled up

Tear the club up like Three 6 Mafia

I feel like

(Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)

I feel like

(Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)

I told 'em (Fuck that)

I made a couple hundred with my man

Really starving, in my stomach, I had cramps

Had me feeling like (Fuck that)

Me and Pooch Loc was gettin' food stamps

Since then, I been the nicest out the camp

Niggas still was sayin' (Fuck that)

Same old shit, like you ain’t fuckin' on the stars

And you ain’t drinking, you gets nothing at the bar

Lil' mama, I feel like (Fuck that)

Smokin' Cookie, shit done took me outer space

She ready, she put that pussy in your face

My nigga, you better (Fuck that)

We pull up on 'em niggas when it’s lit

No time to be wasting, if it’s not a hit

Honestly, I feel like (Fuck that)

Bunch of young wild niggas, it’s hard to tell 'em shit

Nobody gave us nothing, had to sell this shit

I feel like

(Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)

I feel like

(Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)

I feel like

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Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)

I feel like

(Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)

I feel like (Fuck that)

She never had no nigga with no money

Ask me why they keep on looking at me funny

I don’t know, I told her (Fuck that)

She noddin' in my lap just like a junkie

Lately, I been getting booked all out the country

If you don’t love me, homie (Fuck that)

Couldn’t get it in the spot, we had to stomp 'em

Ass fat, but her face look like a monster, my nigga

I couldn’t (Fuck that)

I’m out the country somewhere twisted with your wife

Imagine they offer twenty-five to life

I’d tell my lawyer (Fuck that)

Rest in peace to Nipsey, rest in peace to Kobe

Show a couple niggas love, but dawg, if you don’t know me (Fuck that)

I had roaches in my pantry, mama drove a Camry

Fuck a Grammy, if it ain’t about the family, you know

(Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)

I feel like

(Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)

I feel like

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Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)

I feel like

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Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)

I feel like (Fuck that)

It’s Dolph

Closed mouths don’t get fed

Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream, so I’m like (Fuck that)

Yeah, yeah

Hop up out the bed soon as I open up my eyes

Got money to go get, yah' mean?

So I’m like (Fuck that)

For real, though

It’s the middle of the day

Crack a seal, pour a eight

See an opp, he gettin' ate, ayy (Fuck that)

Nigga don’t even take care his own kids

How the fuck I’m 'posed to trust you, nigga?

That’s why I’m like (Fuck that, what?)

When I was little, told my mama I’ma move her out the gutter

Had to learn how to hustle, was like (Fuck that), huh

I can show you how to do some shit in your hood to make your money double, but,

uh

(Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh)

I feel like

(Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)

I feel like

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Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)

I feel like

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I feel like

Fuck that shit (DJ Paul)

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit

Fuck that shit

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit