F**k Them Songtext
von Dappy
F**k Them Songtext
So now you wanna know
But where was you when I was broke?
Now I see love you′ve never shown
So why you think I'm bading? I almost swear I made it
So fuck them, they don′t go as hard as me
Who's be coming at the ill? Fuck them, I'm a disease
I put my money where my mouth is, they be lying through their teeth
Our window be mistaken, I still ache like a pagan
So fuck them, they don′t go as hard as me
I don′t raise the bar so high, no satellite can find me
They can keep chasing their dreams until I clap them out the sleeve
Gets pissed that they faded, my name they been cremated
Lies, you've been guessing out them hoes, which are bullshit
′Cause you've been kissing on your balls with your small dick
Look, I got my willy up and the camera′s on
But now you call me wrong on life, that's why Harry′s on
Door signs and a proof big, two times my hun'
I ain't shutting off my time, I′m just letting my shit hang on light
Off the size of red cage I saw nine in like drizzy
This time I′d be on the game like Chris Brizzi did to Ree-Ree
That's just D A to P P Y, I′m doing me G
Them ring tone rappers ain't got no credit
If one rings around, that brings one later
Peace cake, soft and sweet
I′ll piss on them, they all tie their seats
I shit on them, mighty freaks
They'll never catch me on the sun bath
′Cause no one cares about what the fuck was made in Chelsea
The only way is the streets, don't care what no one tells me
Skied off, once in, two shots, none left
Ten men, one pet. Ten times there?
Pussy roll on my carpet
'Cause the king of the jungle just tore that piece out the market
They talking shit on the record, then why exhaust?
Doing us the dirty thing is time to flush ′cause the fucking thing′s on it
You solve it, you finish all, you dickheads be quiet
I'm starving my face and I′m taking pussy, you on a diet
You the type to go to Gucci? They caught up high just to try it
You don't hustle, you just listen to nipsy
The only strap you only see is on the top of your kick
I go jump once before and you can even nor stinchy
I got them on my shit back and it wasn′t my fish
You see my chains link to my pride if you take what comes to my life
We get our sign, not even my toilet will let shit slide
Now let that book in mine and bring that pair around with that dick
If you only see the shape of that clip, suck it, I'm your prick
So now you wanna know
But where was you when I was broke?
Now I see love you′ve never shown
So why you think I'm bading? I almost swear I made it
So fuck them, they don't go as hard as me
Who′s be coming at the ill? Fuck them, I′m a disease
I put my money where my mouth is, they be lying through their teeth
Our window be mistaken, I still ache like a pagan
So fuck them, they don't go as hard as me
I don′t raise the bar so high, no satellite can find me
They can keep chasing their dreams until I clap them out the sleeve
Gets pissed that they faded, my name they been cremated
But where was you when I was broke?
Now I see love you′ve never shown
So why you think I'm bading? I almost swear I made it
So fuck them, they don′t go as hard as me
Who's be coming at the ill? Fuck them, I'm a disease
I put my money where my mouth is, they be lying through their teeth
Our window be mistaken, I still ache like a pagan
So fuck them, they don′t go as hard as me
I don′t raise the bar so high, no satellite can find me
They can keep chasing their dreams until I clap them out the sleeve
Gets pissed that they faded, my name they been cremated
Lies, you've been guessing out them hoes, which are bullshit
′Cause you've been kissing on your balls with your small dick
Look, I got my willy up and the camera′s on
But now you call me wrong on life, that's why Harry′s on
Door signs and a proof big, two times my hun'
I ain't shutting off my time, I′m just letting my shit hang on light
Off the size of red cage I saw nine in like drizzy
This time I′d be on the game like Chris Brizzi did to Ree-Ree
That's just D A to P P Y, I′m doing me G
Them ring tone rappers ain't got no credit
If one rings around, that brings one later
Peace cake, soft and sweet
I′ll piss on them, they all tie their seats
I shit on them, mighty freaks
They'll never catch me on the sun bath
′Cause no one cares about what the fuck was made in Chelsea
The only way is the streets, don't care what no one tells me
Skied off, once in, two shots, none left
Ten men, one pet. Ten times there?
Pussy roll on my carpet
'Cause the king of the jungle just tore that piece out the market
They talking shit on the record, then why exhaust?
Doing us the dirty thing is time to flush ′cause the fucking thing′s on it
You solve it, you finish all, you dickheads be quiet
I'm starving my face and I′m taking pussy, you on a diet
You the type to go to Gucci? They caught up high just to try it
You don't hustle, you just listen to nipsy
The only strap you only see is on the top of your kick
I go jump once before and you can even nor stinchy
I got them on my shit back and it wasn′t my fish
You see my chains link to my pride if you take what comes to my life
We get our sign, not even my toilet will let shit slide
Now let that book in mine and bring that pair around with that dick
If you only see the shape of that clip, suck it, I'm your prick
So now you wanna know
But where was you when I was broke?
Now I see love you′ve never shown
So why you think I'm bading? I almost swear I made it
So fuck them, they don't go as hard as me
Who′s be coming at the ill? Fuck them, I′m a disease
I put my money where my mouth is, they be lying through their teeth
Our window be mistaken, I still ache like a pagan
So fuck them, they don't go as hard as me
I don′t raise the bar so high, no satellite can find me
They can keep chasing their dreams until I clap them out the sleeve
Gets pissed that they faded, my name they been cremated
Writer(s): Dino Contostavlos, Alfred Millar, Sam Gumbley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com