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IshDARR – Four The Fuck Of It lyrics
[Hook]
Why I gotta talk like this, act like that?
I ain't bout' to bite my tongue, hold my breath
Do I really love her, Im so convinced
I don't want another I told her this
Bankroll stamped with my print, say I'm on it again
I would count up my losses, and multiply them by wins
Make them love it (Yeah they do)
Quit that judging (Who are you)
Selling lies where you lost
No excuses for my faults
My third tape in the vault, with the gang
Know I trust, Yelling fuck every label
They will never get us
City goes so crazy, land of the shady
Know it's that 414 baby
Turn it high
Uplift
Make em' vibe off this
Knew the music all we had, so we would die for the shit
They won't cop it if it's false, so you don't lie about shit
Diamond for my momma, Damier my bracelet on a bitch
I'll say it louder if I got to
I don't think these niggas near me
You weary
I'm frisky
On edge
Do not tempt me
The feeling, she say I be killing them, so gently
(I'm on, on)
[Verse 1]
On edge, everything they said I shouldn't
One nine, do the things they said I couldn't
Comfortably laid back at 4am
Say the life legit, is it made for him
Made for those stars, we ain't aim for them
Open up the doors, gang is moving in
MVP had 6 rings up, had six rings up in this sixth
Since the icey shoe, dreaming in the fifth
No complaining, tell em we gone make our way
Beaming in the 7, smoke an eighth a day
Love in the west, take it to the bay
Now they want the vocals, Imma' compensate
Holy book, bring the vinyls out the crates
Lost niggas, promise we gone be okay
Fuck the hate mail, for the fan page
Richie chain glisten on a dark day
[Hook]
Why I gotta talk like this, act like that?
I ain't bout' to bite my tongue, hold my breath
Do I really love her, Im so convinced
I don't want another I told her this
Bankroll stamped with my print, say I'm on it again
I would count up my losses, and multiply them by wins
Make them love it (Yeah they do)
Quit that judging (Who are you)
Selling lies where you lost
No excuses for my faults
My third tape in the vault, with the gang
Know I trust, Yelling fuck every label
They will never get us
City goes so crazy, land of the shady
Know it's that 414 baby
Turn it high
Uplift
Make em' vibe off this
Knew the music all we had, so we would die for the shit
They won't cop it if it's false, so you don't lie about shit
Diamond for my momma, Damier my bracelet on a bitch
Why I gotta talk like this, act like that?
I ain't bout' to bite my tongue, hold my breath
Do I really love her, Im so convinced
I don't want another I told her this
Bankroll stamped with my print, say I'm on it again
I would count up my losses, and multiply them by wins
Make them love it (Yeah they do)
Quit that judging (Who are you)
Selling lies where you lost
No excuses for my faults
My third tape in the vault, with the gang
Know I trust, Yelling fuck every label
They will never get us
City goes so crazy, land of the shady
Know it's that 414 baby
Turn it high
Uplift
Make em' vibe off this
Knew the music all we had, so we would die for the shit
They won't cop it if it's false, so you don't lie about shit
Diamond for my momma, Damier my bracelet on a bitch
I'll say it louder if I got to
I don't think these niggas near me
You weary
I'm frisky
On edge
Do not tempt me
The feeling, she say I be killing them, so gently
(I'm on, on)
[Verse 1]
On edge, everything they said I shouldn't
One nine, do the things they said I couldn't
Comfortably laid back at 4am
Say the life legit, is it made for him
Made for those stars, we ain't aim for them
Open up the doors, gang is moving in
MVP had 6 rings up, had six rings up in this sixth
Since the icey shoe, dreaming in the fifth
No complaining, tell em we gone make our way
Beaming in the 7, smoke an eighth a day
Love in the west, take it to the bay
Now they want the vocals, Imma' compensate
Holy book, bring the vinyls out the crates
Lost niggas, promise we gone be okay
Fuck the hate mail, for the fan page
Richie chain glisten on a dark day
[Hook]
Why I gotta talk like this, act like that?
I ain't bout' to bite my tongue, hold my breath
Do I really love her, Im so convinced
I don't want another I told her this
Bankroll stamped with my print, say I'm on it again
I would count up my losses, and multiply them by wins
Make them love it (Yeah they do)
Quit that judging (Who are you)
Selling lies where you lost
No excuses for my faults
My third tape in the vault, with the gang
Know I trust, Yelling fuck every label
They will never get us
City goes so crazy, land of the shady
Know it's that 414 baby
Turn it high
Uplift
Make em' vibe off this
Knew the music all we had, so we would die for the shit
They won't cop it if it's false, so you don't lie about shit
Diamond for my momma, Damier my bracelet on a bitch
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