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lirik lagu isaiah rashad - weak shit (remix)

[hook/intro: isaiah rashad]
i gotta get my cool n-gga voice on
yeah straight up like
from chatanooga you know what i’m saying to f-cking…..
(it’s the house b-tch)
for all my n-ggas riding in buckets you know what i’m saying
f-ck with me…..ugh, aye

look at how i’m riding in my bucket, i be cooling
95 degrees, no a/c, but i be cooling
no exaggeration, f-cking b-tches, i be doing
my pockets h-lla empty, but these b-tches steady choosing

[verse 1]
to this pimping, i’m a student, i need a job
this rap ain’t paying bills, okay, blame it on rashad
i get all in my feelings gotta blame it all on god
but see that ain’t the lesson that was taught up from my mom
i be that pretty n-gga flacko – f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that b-tch
see that sh-t don’t make no sense, he ain’t even gotta lisp
it’s so many f-ck rappers, i can’t even make a diss
it’s so many f-ck n-ggas, ain’t no need to make a list
and tell my momma i be straight, all i need is dutches
swishers, hide my insecurity, crowded by a bunch of n-ggas
they just don’t be hearing me, you gon’ start comparing me
diamond in the rough, suck my d-ck, you’ll see the clarity
later i won’t, won’t be this same mothaf-cka
as soon as i get on, one insane mothaf-cka
i guess all them concussions, rattled brain mothaf-cka
and we don’t wanna hear that weak sh-t, but you love it
i be high all in public, see sobriety’s a struggle
they pay they bills hating, see, denying me’s a hustle
i been drinking, i been drinking
see the fly in me, i’m buzzing (that weak sh-t)

alright now look at how i’m riding in my bucket, i be cooling
95 degrees, no a/c, but i be cooling
no exaggeration, f-cking b-tches, i be doing
my pockets h-lla empty, but these b-tches steady choosing
look at how i’m riding in my bucket…..
look at how i’m riding in my bucket
look at how i’m riding in my bucket i be
but these b-tches steady choosing
swag
(laughs) f-ck them n-ggas…….

[kris prince intro/hook]
…..aight, i guess i gotta get my smooth n-gga voice on
from chicago to…..
gone til’ further notice i’m….
i can’t wait until the day that i’m
yo h.i.p.p.i.e.s. 2 look

ok now look at how i’m riding in my bucket i be rolling
42 degrees, got no heat, but i be cruising
no elaboration, p-rno b-tches i be doing
my pockets h-lla empty but these b-tches still choosing

to you rappers, keep it moving, go get a job
this rap ain’t paying off & i won’t pay to see it live
they lying to face i gotta blame on ya squad
im seeing all that pressure that you putting on ya moms
im getting sick and tired of music, take yo b-tch, shoot that sh-t
i be smoking on the best, all them gun sound effects
its so many fake rappers i can’t even have a voice
its so many bad b-tches i can’t even make a choice
i told my girlfriend to pray, argue all day
she project her insecurites, think im f-cking b-tches
all that nagging be annoying me, you gone start comparing me
pair me to your ex, suck that cl-t you wanna marry me
later i won’t be the same muf-cka, as soon as i get on you gone change to another
just like the spring time you gone change to the summer
& we dont wanna hear that weak sh-t, but you support it
i ain’t down for relations see committing is a struggle
they pay they bills trickin’ got me looking into pimpin
hair is foreign
see that foreign
in that foreign
thats imported
thats my b-tch: that weak sh-t

[fin]

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