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Yg Fuck It Lyrics

Last updated: 01/22/2013 06:05:16 AM

(Hook)
Gotta go to court tomorrow , fuck it
Blow a stack at the mall , fuck it
I was supposed to play basketball , fuck it
My bitch was cheating after all , fuck it
Fuck it (x8)

(Verse 1)
Gotta go to court tomorrow , damn my dick
Y’all niggers like flies y’all be on my shit
Y’all niggers ain’t fly, y’all niggers hoes
Y’all niggers ain’t bros, y’all niggers hoes
Money stack for your lawyers ’cause I catch a case
With a crocodile hunter as you niggas snakes
And y’all niggers shout to pack the homies
Y’all niggas swiss cheese on your macaroni
Ye, I gotta go to court tomorrow
But I probably won’t show up
Your bitch say she at home
If I pull up she gon’ hoe up
I pistachio crack your bitch
Then pour up some activists
Like fuck the camera I got the glamour on me
2 boxes shorty I got the hammer on me

(Hook)
Gotta go to court tomorrow , fuck it
Blow a stack at the mall , fuck it
I was supposed to play basketball , fuck it
My bitch was cheating after all , fuck it
Fuck it (x8)

(Verse 2)
Fuck court, fuck the judge, fuck the DA
Pushing A bitch ball like EA
Ring rich and my pocket so swollen nigga
Young and rich I’m addicted to these gold diggers
So much money think we signed with illuminati
Inked up, tats all on the nigga body
Kicked up nigga, beam me up Scotty
That’s your bitch nigga, she let us run the trolley
Ye, she won even off the molly
Push ain’t the label, bitch you heard about us
Hit the mall , blow a stack then it’s back to rap
Porsches benzos, niggas back to back
Wrapped on work, business bout to crack
My nigga Mustard on the beat, I’m his young attack
Ye, there’s alot of money over here
Them niggas looking broke over there

(Hook)
Gotta go to court tomorrow , fuck it
Blow a stack at the mall , fuck it
I was supposed to play basketball , fuck it
My bitch was cheating after all , fuck it
Fuck it (x8)

(Verse 3)
I get it nr. 6 from poppeys
I go at stop signs
I got your bitch on the hotline
I drop hits you niggas drop dimes
Just caught another case, my nigga
My bitch is another race
I put you in another place
Know what, you niggers better say your grace
You niggas better say your grace
I’m trying to beat trial like the 808
Like, like, like boom boom boom
My house got rooms, rooms, rooms
We could smoke weed or we can do shrooms
You niggas dropping out so soon
Just got another court day
Like my taxes, I was late

(Hook)
Gotta go to court tomorrow , fuck it
Blow a stack at the mall , fuck it
I was supposed to play basketball , fuck it
My bitch was cheating after all , fuck it
Fuck it (x8)






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