Rich Dunk – Fuckery Lyrics

Rich Dunk – Fuckery Lyrics
Fuckery
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    "Fuckery." - Rich Dunk

    Album: Fuckery - Single
    Track No: 01
    On god (Slap a 808 on the back of that thing and we outta here)
    Only nigga in the city with one dread

    I'm a boss and you know you can't fuck with me
    Why, cause bruh, I'm not with the fuckery
    Racks in my pocket it look like it stuck to me
    If you a lame then bruh you can't run with me
    See me in public then I got a gun with me (bah, bah)
    I shoot me a wannabe
    Love to get active, that shit gettin' fun to me
    Talk on the internet, see me and run from me

    If I come through with the chop he gon' run from me
    Call up D-Boy he gon' slide on an op with me
    Call up yo bitch she gon' come give mе top for me
    And I don't want her if she don't givе it sloppily
    And my boy Peezy came home off of robbery
    Bitch I was broke I remember them starvin' me
    He took a pic he (?)
    Fell in love with this rap shit put my heart in it
    He got the ring with (?)
    Everybody got their own ain't no (?)
    And I'm straight glizzy gang ain't no taurus
    Pull out this Glock he run like he Forest
    7.62 hit the hardest
    Bitch I got gut aim, you my target
    Bitch if I miss I'm hittin' yo partner
    Bitch ya better check ya team I got starters
    This is the real trap this the carter
    I don't believe the shit that you holler
    Bitch it was trap or die, no option
    And fuck 12 cause they ain't gon' stop shit
    I'm on that (?) shit, that (?) shit
    Pac shit, 12 can't stop shit
    Fuck with me and get yo car hit
    Real niggas jump in the moshpit

    I'm a boss and you know you can't fuck with me
    Why, cause bruh, I'm not with the fuckery
    Racks in my pocket it look like it stuck to me
    If you a lame then bruh you can't run with me
    See me in public then I got a gun with me (bah, bah)
    I shoot me a wannabe
    Love to get active, that shit gettin' fun to me
    Talk on the internet, see me and run from me

    Extended the glizzy 2 choppas up under me
    These niggas muggin' but (?) wanna be
    Fuck from the back I'm in love with that booty
    Niggas be hoes in they hood with no jewelry
    Bitch I be everywhere feel like there's 2 of me
    Niggas they hate on a nigga cause I'm doin' me
    I'm really thuggin' ain't know what to do with me
    See me in public and I got the juice with me
    (?) they fuck with me
    Shootout with me and you live, that's luckily
    (?), don't fuck with me
    You know the lil nigga duckin' me
    Put that on god, no one touchin' me
    I got the clutch when I ride that's a must with me
    (?) trustin' me
    Now lil mama wanna fuck wit' me
    Bitch but you can't get a (?) wit' me
    Put that on god these racks stuck with me

    I'm a boss and you know you can't fuck with me
    Why, cause bruh, I'm not with the fuckery
    Racks in my pocket it look like it stuck to me
    If you a lame, then bruh you can't run with me
    See me in public then I got a gun with me (bah, bah)
    I shoot me a wannabe
    Love to get active, that shit gettin' fun to me
    Talk on the internet, see me and run from me

    Writer(s): Davion Lee Clyburn & DeAngelo Montray Crawford.

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