Fukkit - Plagueboy на Lyrkit

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Fukkit

Plagueboy

Plagueboy

Fluss (Man, let's do this shit), yee, Fukkit
Uh (Yeah), you know what it is, man (The puny motherfucker, man)
It's the underground's poster boy (Honey man, P.B. genius)
The underground surveyor, man (Play at loud volume, man)
Watching over the underworld, man, Fukkit
(All this shit 'bout to be worth more than your mofucking rent, true)
Huh, yee, uh (Fukkit)

Spend some of my expenses and that's all financial, hyeah, yeah
Count up some of these digits, whipping out all these rentals, wah, wah (Skrr)
Guccis with bipedal, boy, we could get shit settled, huh, huh (Hey)
Organs turn to Jello when they straight pop your vessel, hah, hah
I was at the stu' just peeping instrumentals, hah, huh (True)
Niggas drop like petals, roses I can't lend 'em, nah, nah
Get the block like Stephen, cooking meth like Jesse (Blow that boy), huh, huh
Field goals just like Messi when I kick the 'K then shit get messy (Okay)

Blood all on street, can't be too cautious where we leave him resting
Told him I'm a weapon, Nike checks, I stepped on my investments
Pockets fat like Precious, walking through the back, man, fuck the entrance
Peep right at my section, blunts as fat as Precious
We got snipers pointed at the exits just for my protection (Okay)
I'm the type to not answer the question, hope you get the message
Told my boy go 'head and get in the pit, not talking interception
I was going right upside my way then took the wrong direction
.30 on that bitch, get to singing just like One Direction
Walk 'round with discretion (Ding), by the pole like it was an election
Really not my type, bitch go 'head, suck on this dick though
Gotta keep me twins, I hold both just like akimbo
Niggas ain't gon' fight, you might get hit with the Kimbo
My shit just go too hard, I had to take it back to simple
It's really not my choice that you acting like a bimbo
And bitch niggas want peace, he gon' get one to his temple, okay, Fukkit

Spend some of my expenses and that's all financial, hyeah, yeah
Count up some of these digits, whipping out all these rentals, wah, wah (Skrr)
Guccis with bipedal, boy, we could get shit settled, huh, huh (Hey)
Organs turn to Jello when they straight pop your vessel, hah, hah
I was at the stu' just peeping instrumentals, hah, huh (True)
Niggas drop like petals, roses I can't lend 'em, nah, nah
Get the block like Stephen, cooking meth like Jesse (Blow that boy), huh, huh
Field goals just like Messi when I kick the 'K then shit get messy (Okay)

Fukkit

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