Intro Ha ha ha I don't need nobody Fuck 'em Fuck all y'all.
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Fuck All Yall Hakaveli remix testo. Guarda il video Fuck All Yall Hakaveli remix. Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all I don't need nobody Fuck 'em, fuck all y'all Money gone fuck friends, I need a homie that know me When all these muthafuckin' cops be on me I got problems ain't nobody callin' back Now, what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats? Remember me, I'm ya homie that was down to brawl Sippin' Hennessey hangin' with the clowns and all We used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew We had bitches by the dozens oh, we fuckin' cousins You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc A nigga just got paid and we still was broke It took time but finally the cash was mine All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind Look around and all I see is snakes and faces Like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's And when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends? They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use?
Ha ha ha I don't need nobody Fuck 'em Fuck all y'all. Money gone fuck friends I need a homie that know me when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me I got problems ain't nobody calling back now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc a nigga just got paid and we still was broke It took time but finally the cash was mine all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind Look around and all I see is snakes and faces like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends. Fuck all y'all I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use cause I'm a hopeless thug Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was way back in the day before they put the crack in the way and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall Thug for life scrawled all across the wall and all about my dollars make me wanna holla drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow I know it's gettin' crazy after dark these marks keep on huffin' and puffin' ain't no fear in my heart. Fuck all y'all Fuck all y'all I went from rags to riches quick to socializing with the baddest bitches went from a bucket to a rag with switches I'm seein' death around the corner I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai mixed with some indonesia watch me fly And even though I know the cops behind me hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 Biotch will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before I know they wanna see a nigga buried but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs got me locked in these chains and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all Ha ha ha Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Ha ha ha