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Decent Company - Fuk With This (feat. Uncle Nameless & Yvlch) Lyrics



Decent Company - Fuk With This (feat. Uncle Nameless & Yvlch) Lyrics
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I Pull up in a whip with ya bitch I'm like, damn
Hit me on the celly shit, pelly white
I Pull up lookin lit with the shit, psych
She hit me on the celly watch ya bitch i might, ooh
Iggin at the gig, I might stick em for they finish
Every other minute I be iggin for some figures
Pillars in my vision yeah bitch I'm never sick of it
I stick em for their sticky yeah gimme gimme indicas
Money money money in my clip shit spend it
Mary, Molly, Alice n a bitch I might regret it
Come around, fuk around ya click might get it
Some around say ya down shit (Gun shot)
Been around f*cked around bet I bounce back
Get em round lay em down, bitch I count stacks
Fuk around, loc around, smoke around trap
Yea I broke it down, wrote it down, spoke it down pat
Dig it up, pull it out, put it down, spin it
Watch the wax go around, laxin round women
Sit around pretty gal's fin to down grapes
Say she diggin on my taste cos I'm diggin in the crates
Muthafukaz I love thugin with tha crew
Fkn mothers all my brothers be ya uncles too
Ooh... I hit the boogie with the crew
Kitty Kat Kult get the pussy munchin shrooms
I really don't fuk with this shit
Ain't a thing that I love that I is
Give a fuk what you does, how you live
Said I really don't love anything
And I
F*ck with this shit
Yeah man think I might f*ck with this shit
Yeah bet ya might f*ck with the shit
Kick it in the crib, get fukd to dis shit
Get buck to this shit
Bust it in the club good luck to ya bitch
Over dose wearin fantabulous shit
Got my game on some miraculous shit
(Gun shot) Yeah man I think I really f*ck with this shit
Never see me f*ckin wit a f*ck whit n shit
Fake f*cks softer than chowder n shit
Loop de loop got ya mind up in a blitch
Corner of ya brain Outside of a ditch
While I'm up all inside of ya bitch
Luchi luch got a white powdering itch
Cuchi cuch goin like hours n shit
Get to ploughin n shit
I don't f*ck with a snitch
Bangin in a tomb man I f*ck with this shit
Thuggin out trippin in the dark n shit
Kickn with the crew get ta ligntin shit
Loosin sight n shit , feelin right n shit
Got my Brain on all types of shit
F*ck around tryna start fights n shit
F*ck around tryna start fights n shit
Yeah I like dis shit
Yeah
I really don't fuk with this shit
Ain't a thing that I love that I is
Give a fuk what you does, how you live
Said I really don't love anything
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I Pull up in a whip with ya bitch I'm like, damn
Hit me on the celly shit, pelly white
I Pull up lookin lit with the shit, psych
She hit me on the celly watch ya bitch i might, ooh
Iggin at the gig, I might stick em for they finish
Every other minute I be iggin for some figures
Pillars in my vision yeah bitch I'm never sick of it
I stick em for their sticky yeah gimme gimme indicas
Money money money in my clip shit spend it
Mary, Molly, Alice n a bitch I might regret it
Come around, fuk around ya click might get it
Some around say ya down shit (Gun shot)
Been around f*cked around bet I bounce back
Get em round lay em down, bitch I count stacks
Fuk around, loc around, smoke around trap
Yea I broke it down, wrote it down, spoke it down pat
Dig it up, pull it out, put it down, spin it
Watch the wax go around, laxin round women
Sit around pretty gal's fin to down grapes
Say she diggin on my taste cos I'm diggin in the crates
Muthafukaz I love thugin with tha crew
Fkn mothers all my brothers be ya uncles too
Ooh... I hit the boogie with the crew
Kitty Kat Kult get the pussy munchin shrooms
I really don't fuk with this shit
Ain't a thing that I love that I is
Give a fuk what you does, how you live
Said I really don't love anything
And I
F*ck with this shit
Yeah man think I might f*ck with this shit
Yeah bet ya might f*ck with the shit
Kick it in the crib, get fukd to dis shit
Get buck to this shit
Bust it in the club good luck to ya bitch
Over dose wearin fantabulous shit
Got my game on some miraculous shit
(Gun shot) Yeah man I think I really f*ck with this shit
Never see me f*ckin wit a f*ck whit n shit
Fake f*cks softer than chowder n shit
Loop de loop got ya mind up in a blitch
Corner of ya brain Outside of a ditch
While I'm up all inside of ya bitch
Luchi luch got a white powdering itch
Cuchi cuch goin like hours n shit
Get to ploughin n shit
I don't f*ck with a snitch
Bangin in a tomb man I f*ck with this shit
Thuggin out trippin in the dark n shit
Kickn with the crew get ta ligntin shit
Loosin sight n shit , feelin right n shit
Got my Brain on all types of shit
F*ck around tryna start fights n shit
F*ck around tryna start fights n shit
Yeah I like dis shit
Yeah
I really don't fuk with this shit
Ain't a thing that I love that I is
Give a fuk what you does, how you live
Said I really don't love anything
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Writer: David Bonacci, Yalcin Akyildiz
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