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Dave East – Fuck Dat Lyrics

Fuck Dat By Dave East

Fuck that shit (DJ Paul)
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
(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 (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
(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 (Fuck that)

[Young Dolph]
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
(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

Fuck that shit (DJ Paul)
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit