Fuck That

Mike Stud

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    They told me feel what you say
    And say what you feel
    Being fake up in these songs
    That was never the deal
    So fuck that
    Motherfucker fuck that
    And I never been afraid of something in my way
    So if all you got is hate
    Well all I gotta say is fuck that
    Motherfucker fuck that
    And all that bullshit

    Gimme the mic, I hold it tight in my hands
    Spittin' it right, livin' the life, it's only right that I am
    I know that
    And I'm glad you feel it
    Old habits die hard, bitch ask Bruce Willis
    Cause see, this is my life
    I'm just doing what I got to
    And everybody from your hometown is tryin' to knock you
    Fuck that, I ain't even tryin' to hear it
    All I make is party music, you should listen to the lyrics, motherfucker
    What's success without the struggle
    Everything change when you start to get your buzz up
    Talk behind your back with everybody and they mother
    But she should know not to judge a book by its cover
    But none of this is news
    Same people speculatin' and all about how I went to Duke
    Truth hurts, bitch
    You've been talkin' shit your whole fucking life
    All I need is two verses

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    They told me feel what you say
    And say what you feel
    Being fake up in these songs
    That was never the deal
    So fuck that
    Motherfucker fuck that
    And I never been afraid of something in my way
    So if all you got is hate
    Well all I gotta say is fuck that
    Motherfucker fuck that

    Well fuck it I'mma be real
    These other dudes are borin' me
    Feelin' fantastic, there should be like four of me
    Made a couple hundred, well that was just reportedly
    Got a lot of women so I spread them out accordingly
    These comparisons are made too often
    Tryin' to run the game, they just Christopher Walken
    Started makin' music in my friend's apartment
    Now I'm gettin' bigger and bigger like Kelly Clarkson
    I beg your pardon, oopsie daisy
    Went to get the Range, but the coupe was crazy
    So they had to hate it
    Same people shake your hand are fuckin' mad you made it
    But look, that's why your middle finger close to your ring
    Cause it's either love or hate and there ain't no inbetween
    Nah mean?
    No rest on the road to success
    Cause the pain of hard work hurt less than regret

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