Tweez Tha Warden - Fuck IT Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
F*ck it f*ck it
Yeah
Mood forever f*ck it
Yeah
You lucky
Uh
F*ck it
F*ck it
The bullshit Andrew Luck it
If u ain't talking money
Then let's change the f*cking subject
I always loved numbers
Math was my favorite subject
Had to subtract a few niggas
Cause they acting suspect
But that's a different subject
I been on a different task
I ball in real life
You only balled in gym class
No face but thick umm imma
Have to pass
Cute face no waist nice ass
She gone get it bad
How did I get it up
They always ask
If yo situation ain't enough
Motivation
Then u forever gne be on yo ass
I got you waiting for bars
Like a family of a victim
But once you get hit with them
Don't go sleep with them
Graduated to a charger
From a geo prism
And that's wasn't even my shit
Now I make my own decisions
Getting unwanted attention
Hopping out that thang tall
Looking like Detroit piston
F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
Yeah
F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
Aye F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
Aye F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
Aye F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
Aye F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
Aye F*ck it f*ck it
Aye Mood forever F*ck it
Aye
Love ugh
F*ck it
I could never trust it
Trynna get feeling out of me
Is like squeezing out a empty bottle of mustard
Nothing
These hoes get nothing
Got mine then kicked her out
I guess she thought I was bluffing
Dreams of models feeding me muffins
So I'm steady hustling
Trying to reach stardom
She from the D
But ass shaking like she from Harlem
Like Excuse me beg your pardon
Touch mine and end up on a carton
Dick went horizontal from parallel
So I had to park it
Got the head then she started
Talkn bout Eating groceries
So I left her at the market
Well it was target
But my target is to profit
Swag of a f*cking prophet
Potential iconic prospect
Few years i might be the main topic
Depending on how i my path curves
If it's anythang like my bitch
It's gone be a lot of swerves
Killing tracks like the stylist on a purge
What Im not the coldest watch me flip this bird
F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
Aye F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
Aye F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
Aye F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
Aye F*ck it f*ck it
Mood forever F*ck it
Aye F*ck it f*ck it
Aye Mood forever F*ck it
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