Dok2 – WTF (who the fuck)


Im an illy motha fucka
Put away your worries about me
You may know me but I don’t know you
Yea, who you?
Your mouth smells like shit
Lock it up
Its a New year new money
new go yard new whips and
new shoes i be poppin em
New shit i be droppin em
Hustlin like I’m a beggar
Only working, always busy
A newly born papillon
u fake motha fuckas my condolence
R.I.P bastards busy disappearing
While they wish I would disappear
They come and go, you too
Ten years might pass
But whatever anyone says, I always want more
Bastarads who aren’t hiphop I view as insects
All these rappers have celebrity disease
I’m going the opposite way from you
Even if I lose for a moment, this is comfortable for me
If you live how you want, spring comes soon
It’ll be nice if this song does well
If not, I’ll release something else
Hotly making 2.5 mil in 2016, sending if off cooly
Then it was hard times for a bit, working hard again
Keep rising, looking the other way this year
i be flexin on em motha
fuckas life goes on&on

Who the fuck u think u talkin to boy
Who the fuck u think u fuckin wit
U aint shit motha fucka get
Y’aint shit motha fucka get back

Who the fuck u think u talkin to
Who the fuck u think u fuckin wit
U aint shit motha fucka get
I said U aint shit motha fucka get back

Im a good ass rapper
i dont need no luck
No way I’ll lose when it comes to rap
Bastards who pretend they’re clean, their tails were long
All these rappers here are unreliable
No one wants to live like a beggar
So I’ll take the hiphop that you threw away
Double R lamborghini and ferrari
Whatever name it is, tell me everything
Burn it up, my dreams already came true
I show how you can make money with this damn hiphop
But they’re all still so scared
All these guys here, in their heads
It’s nothing but how to become a celeb
If you’re a rapper, live like one
just get money and fuck fame
I’m running again for the real ones
On top of the track, I aint switchin no lanes
You know who I am?
If people know you on this scene, they know me
I’ve never succeeded by stepping on someone
Dick riders who shit on others if they’re more successful
I don’t suck on fake rap, yeah
If you wanna go long, cover it up yo
I pour out my heart rather than alcohol
I won’t sell shallow songs
Tongue twisted, frozen pronunciation damn
Don’t wanna hear it, shut your mouth, yeah
Look away, don’t widen your eyes at me
Why is he covering his mouth with a mask?
Just hurry up and learn rap the right way
All of you just learn rap the right way
Illionaire ambtion ur problem yeah

Who the fuck u think u talkin to boy
Who the fuck u think u fuckin wit
U aint shit motha fucka get
Y’aint shit motha fucka get back

Who the fuck u think u talkin to
Who the fuck u think u fuckin wit
U aint shit motha fucka get
I said U aint shit motha fucka get back

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