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U.S.D.A. - Текст песни My Critic Fetish

What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Will you be as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?

Fuck... Fucking criticism

Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck it

Fuck... Fucking criticism

I don't even know who the fuck you are

You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
But keep gettin money, funny I was just like you

You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
But keep gettin money, funny I was just like you

You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
But keep gettin money, funny I was just like you

You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
But keep gettin money, funny I was just like you

Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes
Picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin
Bitches honeys that swollen to riches.

Want... want... want me off

Want me off the scene fast

Want... want... want me off

Want me off the scene fast

But good things last
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You still wanna hate, be my guest!

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 Are you readyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

Hate me... Hate me... Hate me... Hate me... Hate me...

Hate me... Do... Do... Do... it now! Hate me... Do it now!

Tell... tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin
I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin

Fuck... Fucking criticism
Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck it
Fuck... Fucking criticism

Do my ladies run this motherfucker! Hell yeah!

Do my fellas run this Motherfucker! Hell yeah!

Do my ladies run this Motherfucker! Hell yeah!

Do my fellas run this Motherfucker! Hell yeah!

Don't hate me, hate the money I see

Don't hate me, hate the money I see

Fuck... Fucking criticism

Don't hate me, hate the money I see

Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes
Picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin
Bitches honies that swollen to riches.

You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do

But keep gettin money, funny I was just like you

I had to hustle hard never give up...

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