Fuck Dat Dave East (Ft. Young Dolph)

[Intro]
Fuck that shit (DJ Paul)
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
I'm tryna dodge haters, they keep popping up
I got 'em coming back, I guess it's not enough
Get it in a bag or get it bottled up
Tear the club up like Three 6 Mafia

[Chorus: Dave East]
I feel like
(Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)
I feel like
(Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)
I told 'em (Fuck that)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I made a couple hundred with my man
Really starving, in my stomach, I had cramps
Had me feeling like (Fuck that)
Me and Pooch Loc was gettin' food stamps
Since then, I been the nicest out the camp
Niggas still was sayin' (Fuck that)
Same old shit, like you ain't fuckin' on the stars
And you ain't drinking, you gets nothing at the bar
Lil' mama, I feel like (Fuck that)
Smokin' Cookie, shit done took me outer space
She ready, she put that pussy in your face
My nigga, you better (Fuck that)
We pull up on 'em niggas when it's lit
No time to be wasting, if it's not a hit
Honestly, I feel like (Fuck that)
Bunch of young wild niggas, it's hard to tell 'em shit
Nobody gave us nothing, had to sell this shit