f*ck That Remix (Nasty C & Odumodublvck) lyrics
by Nasty C
[Intro: Nasty C]
(We ain't goin')
(We ain't goin', we ain't goin')
(Nah-nah-nah, we ain' goin' for none of that)
Middle fingers up
[Chorus: Nasty C]
f*ck that (Uh)
We ain't givin' up this land, f*ck that (f*ck that)
We ain't missin' out on bags, f*ck that (f*ck that)
Won't put my life in n*ggas' hands, f*ck that (f*ck that)
f*ck that (f*ck that)
f*ck that (Damn)
We ain't givin' up this land, f*ck that (b*tch, uh)
We ain't missin' out on bags, f*ck that (b*tch)
Won't put my life in n*ggas' hands, f*ck that (f*ck that)
f*ck that (f*ck that)
[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
Man, f*ck that (Damn)
Give me my flowers while y'all can, f*ck that (Damn)
Don't wait 'til they put me in the sand, f*ck that (b*tch)
Hit me now and tell me I'm the man, f*ck that (Damn)
f*ck that
Man, f*ck that (b*tch)
[Refrain: Nasty C]
You see the sun on me way after sunset (b*tch)
I got stupid heights to reach, I'm makin' contact
Seem like every time I dare run out of luck, I run back
Fun fact (Invest in me and you get plenty bucks back)
[Verse 1: Nasty C]
Every time this life had punched me in the chin, I swung back
Had me with my back against the same wall I hung plaques
Now I'm thumbin' racks, chillin' somewhere where the huns at
One white b*tch, one Indian, and one black (b*tch)
Got it out the mud, I don't relate to dumb brats (b*tch)
The way we put in work for all this sh*t is unmatched (b*tch)
See, they could do the same if they got off my nut sack
Me givin' it up? I bet they want that, but f*ck that (Uh)
[Chorus: Nasty C, ODUMODUBLVCK]
f*ck that (Uh)
We ain't givin' up this land, f*ck that (f*ck that)
We ain't missin' out on bags, f*ck that (f*ck that)
Won't put my life in n*ggas' hands, f*ck that (f*ck that)
f*ck that (f*ck that)
f*ck that (Damn)
We ain't givin' up this land, f*ck that (b*tch, uh)
We ain't missin' out on bags, f*ck that (b*tch)
Won't put my life in n*ggas' hands, f*ck that (f*ck that, yeah)
f*ck that (f*ck that, ayy)
Man, f*ck that (b*tch)
[Verse 2: Shxdy Bláck]
Man f*ck that
They say now Hip-hop is dead, tell em f*ck that (f*ck that)
You just a hard headed b*tch with a bad vocab (bad vocab)
I'm from a dimension these boy fail to cope at
That's why every shot they take at me
Take years to bounce back
I Seen too many scenes
Can't even trust my own flesh
I, feed up on these critics
I can't let em fold stacks
I, came up by myself
I never needed any hand
Even from those who got my back
So if you beefing f*ck that (f*ck that)
Can never doubt myself over you nutsacks (nutsacks)
Ivyson is my religion, tallracks (tallracks)
You must be out your mind
To think I'll ever fall in line
Ain't reached my f*cken prime
You luring, boy f*ck that (boy f*ck that)
[Chorus: Nasty C, ODUMODUBLVCK]
f*ck that (Uh)
We ain't givin' up this land, f*ck that (f*ck that)
We ain't missin' out on bags, f*ck that (f*ck that)
Won't put my life in n*ggas' hands, f*ck that (f*ck that)
f*ck that (f*ck that)
f*ck that (Damn)
We ain't givin' up this land, f*ck that (b*tch, uh)
We ain't missin' out on bags, f*ck that (b*tch)
Won't put my life in n*ggas' hands, f*ck that (f*ck that, yeah)
f*ck that (f*ck that, ayy)
Man, f*ck that (b*tch)
[Verse 3: ODUMODUBLVCK]
I go run with [?], we no go fit win this one
Broski, we no go fit loose this round
Trust me, this kala no dey jam [?]
For the guys in the pen, independently
I dey send men money, make they take hold ground
Depend on now one, my own na soon-come
Debug the rumor, [?] my motion
Vision na stubborn
Lie, lie people dem dey forge attitude (Attitude)
Why they wanna take me for a fool, I thought I taught you
My magnitude, man it's impeccable
The mandem are humble (Ayy), no try am I beg you
Who wants to go? (Please)
Shap, shap roll up, bill up the kpo (Good)
The loud dey bang, police dey show (Fuse)
Hide am, f*ck that I use the bunk
I fall out the ounce
My brother dey count as e see the racks (Prra)
Fall out rubber band, pack am full for back (Woi-oi)
Naija boy don come [?] the lots
Kolobi the poof
[Chorus: Nasty C]
f*ck that (Uh)
We ain't givin' up this land, f*ck that (f*ck that)
We ain't missin' out on bags, f*ck that (f*ck that)
Won't put my life in n*ggas' hands, f*ck that (f*ck that)
f*ck that (f*ck that)
f*ck that (Damn)
We ain't givin' up this land, f*ck that (b*tch, uh)
We ain't missin' out on bags, f*ck that (b*tch)
Won't put my life in n*ggas' hands, f*ck that (f*ck that)
f*ck that (f*ck that)
[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
Man, f*ck that (Damn)
Give me my flowers while y'all can, f*ck that (Damn)
Don't wait 'til they put me in the sand, f*ck that (b*tch)
Hit me now and tell me I'm the man, f*ck that (Damn)
f*ck that
Man, f*ck that (b*tch)
[Refrain: Nasty C]
You see the sun on me way after sunset
I got stupid heights to reach, I'm makin' contact
Seem like every time I dare run out of luck, I run back
Fun fact (Invest in me and you get plenty bucks back)