Tito Lopez - f** It lyrics

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Tito Lopez - f** It lyrics

[Chorus] And they love it when I plug it Took a pocket full of hope And made a pocket full of dougies They be poopin' off in private They be quiet out in public If you see these n***as say it 'til I f** it, f** it, yeah I say they love it when I plug it Took a pocket full of hope And made a pocket full of dougies They be poopin' off in private They be quiet out in public If you see these n***as say it 'til I f** it [Verse 1] Get off my dick, you n***as still talking sh**, mad 'Cause you old news Need that f**ing walking stick Talking slick to old champs, man What you think you proving See me walking 'round grining think you winning But you losing This is me, this is G I dare you to disagree I've been Mississippi's finest Ain't no f**ing mistery Pissed at me 'cause every more I making now is history Don't rock that monkey a** j**erly spill And call me Mr.G, I be the one And I don't need your validation Dandada in the Vada gladden Through the Pali station I'll be clubbing out in VR Alchool prison send a n***a to the IR We are the internationally known And localy respected And before I drop my album You can bet I'm gonna perfect it Reputation to maintain b**h I'm gonna protect it Barrack Obama, I've been elected South side I rap it like that n***a [Chorus] [Verse 2] Now do you know what you've been given Expecting ressurection The Messiah still living Tell my n***as quit the b**hing Showin' them how we living They never had no BIT cameras all up in my kitchen You say fix them, I say k** 'em Been a millioanaire since I was a beginner Remember using them clothes Sayin' it's for TV antenas In the ghetto everybody going for self And then leave your a** and people going for help Now tell 'em Won't nobody miss you, it's like you're gay Playboy you don't want to issue See I bet you didn't catch that And I slowed that sh** down Which explains why I'm still the king with no crown Give a damn what n***as think I've been doing this sh** for years Home stage, home town, leaving people in tears Correcting n***as grammar that's for sure He's for sure And tell them crackers I'm just trying to let my cheese mature You feel me [Chorus]