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Lil Durk - Fuck Dat Shit Lyrics

In the booth with my nigga Reesey man
'Bout 10 thousand on me, 10 thousand right now
Smell that money man
Let's get it!

Bitches only the family
So much drugs I need cancer (Let's get it)
Niggas' bitches actin' like trannies (pussy)
Only scammers and the bandits (come on)
And my rollie like a trophy, I used to live with my granny
I'ma always trick a bitch out of panties (panty)
I'ma always trick a bitch to do xannies (gang)
I done got head in a yacht in Miami
The nigga be broke and try to voice their opinion (for real)
Police niggas be workin', tell them niggas it ain't worth it (worth it)
Told the bitch ain't perfect, I can get her a Burkin (Burkin)
Told her she can't get nowhere when I'm goin' on the perkys
(Turn up) Run up on 'em, scooter scoom
Run up on 'em, booma boom (rrah)
Choppa shells goin' through
I'm the shit, number 2 (yeah)
Niggas got comfortable, finesse goin' through the roof (pussy)
And she know I fuck with you, she don't know I'm fuckin' you

Let's get this money, fuck that shit
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You ain't chasin' no check, fuck that shit
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You don't got respect, fuck that shit
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You ain't made like that, fuck that shit
I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit
I'ma get right back, fuck that shit
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You ain't suckin' no dick, bitch
I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't hit no licks, fuck that shit
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You weren't raised like this, fuck that shit
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From the land to the weak, got alot of sticks
From the land to the weak, did alot of shit
That nigga might snitch, so we watch him close and shit
Get close and shit, FN might expose some shit
All that hatin' and shit you thought a nigga ain't notice it
Don't think we loafin' you know a nigga totin'
Smokin' no chokin', 120 on the E-way
I'm ridin' and smokin', tryna stay focused

Btiches naggin', in scene jeans when I'm saggin'
Yes I got it I pull my Glocks in fashion
Uh, huh, get them digits
Uh, huh, don't chase no bitches
Uh, huh, play with chickens
Uh, huh, them ain't my niggas

Let's get this money, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't chasin' no check, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You don't got respect, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't made like that, fuck that shit
I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit
I'ma get right back, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't suckin' no dick, bitch
I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't hit no licks, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You weren't raised like this, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit