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No Fux Given (feat. Kro Kill'em) Video (MV)






Zabrina - No Fux Given (feat. Kro Kill'em) Lyrics




Man drop this shit for these f*ck niggas

Destination, I reached my destination
I'm feeling restoration, I need respiration
Yeah, shit
La familia over everything
Drum hit you like a hurricane

I been in the mix like Kool-Aid
Shawty gimme head like a toupee
Living like we never get a new day
My shit dropping like a muthaf*cking due date, baby
If you ain't on the flight, then it's too late
I got Janey and Omega on my two-way
It's a fiasco, nigga no Lupe
But I show love like a nigga, no Lupe
F*ck what you thinking, or talking or think who you talking to
Nigga, so cut it out
I know some killers who don't give a shit about shit
With machetes to gut 'em out
Bitch I'm the shit, and unlike the shit in your gut
You can't wait til I'm jumping out
Snitches get stitches, don't open your f*cking mouth
You can hit, from what's jumping out
Hammer like throw, in that thunder bouncing
Bank on the floor, who the f*ck is counting
Swallow my kids like a water fountain
And after that, leave the crib send you where I found you
No f*cks given, true, true
Stupid ass bitch, I ain't f*cking with you
Make a phone call, niggas pull up like troops
Knock melons off, street filling up juice, no truce
All bitches got no truths, ho broke niggas got no ho
420 that's everyday boo
I blow O's at the motherf*cking smoke
Wish a bitch would but a bitch never don't (yeah, yeah)
I give her wood, let her swing on the trunk (yeah, yeah)
Got pill, got drink, got blunt (yeah, yeah)
Kro Kill'em not giving no f*cks, 420 (yeah, yeah)

My niggas so wild they won't let me be
My goons go off when they f*ck with me
They trying to keep the peace, keep these suckas off of me
Cause I then knocked more bitches out than Bill Cosby
You'll wanna see that deadly pop
Leave that face half-sleep like Fetty Wap
Suckas run real fast, when that Chevy stop
Betta run zig zag, when I ready cock
Body hit concrete, like confetti dropped
That nose bleed, running like a Neti pot
That loud mouth piece, ya better watch
Bitch don't start beef, with a petty charge
I then dodge felonies, f*ck is ya telling me
So many letters to see, it's a spelling bee
Spell it out for me, these niggas is killing me
D.E.A. ok, you feeling me?
Ass whoopin' readily, given so regularly
Bitches won't step to me, like they got leprosy
Pull up this mihas, like a pair of knee-highs
This biatch, need triage, cut her life expectancy (oh)
What you expecting see?
F*cking with Janey is jeopardy
What city you repping B?
Betta tell 'em to bring all the weaponry
You on that hype shit, like dykes, when they feeling me
You be so nice, when that sight, hit that melon be
You be all bite, but won't bite, at that ghetto beef
Betta think twice, the advice, I am giving these
Soft dudes, Bruce Jenner
So confused, Bruce Jenner
Let 'em loose, Kro Kill'em
Wig pulled back, banana peelings
We all sinners, but I bet tho
They don't wanna see Janey let go
Bitch try me like new stilettos
I knock your ass down like Legos, leggo

Yeah, yeah
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Man drop this shit for these f*ck niggas

Destination, I reached my destination
I'm feeling restoration, I need respiration
Yeah, shit
La familia over everything
Drum hit you like a hurricane

I been in the mix like Kool-Aid
Shawty gimme head like a toupee
Living like we never get a new day
My shit dropping like a muthaf*cking due date, baby
If you ain't on the flight, then it's too late
I got Janey and Omega on my two-way
It's a fiasco, nigga no Lupe
But I show love like a nigga, no Lupe
F*ck what you thinking, or talking or think who you talking to
Nigga, so cut it out
I know some killers who don't give a shit about shit
With machetes to gut 'em out
Bitch I'm the shit, and unlike the shit in your gut
You can't wait til I'm jumping out
Snitches get stitches, don't open your f*cking mouth
You can hit, from what's jumping out
Hammer like throw, in that thunder bouncing
Bank on the floor, who the f*ck is counting
Swallow my kids like a water fountain
And after that, leave the crib send you where I found you
No f*cks given, true, true
Stupid ass bitch, I ain't f*cking with you
Make a phone call, niggas pull up like troops
Knock melons off, street filling up juice, no truce
All bitches got no truths, ho broke niggas got no ho
420 that's everyday boo
I blow O's at the motherf*cking smoke
Wish a bitch would but a bitch never don't (yeah, yeah)
I give her wood, let her swing on the trunk (yeah, yeah)
Got pill, got drink, got blunt (yeah, yeah)
Kro Kill'em not giving no f*cks, 420 (yeah, yeah)

My niggas so wild they won't let me be
My goons go off when they f*ck with me
They trying to keep the peace, keep these suckas off of me
Cause I then knocked more bitches out than Bill Cosby
You'll wanna see that deadly pop
Leave that face half-sleep like Fetty Wap
Suckas run real fast, when that Chevy stop
Betta run zig zag, when I ready cock
Body hit concrete, like confetti dropped
That nose bleed, running like a Neti pot
That loud mouth piece, ya better watch
Bitch don't start beef, with a petty charge
I then dodge felonies, f*ck is ya telling me
So many letters to see, it's a spelling bee
Spell it out for me, these niggas is killing me
D.E.A. ok, you feeling me?
Ass whoopin' readily, given so regularly
Bitches won't step to me, like they got leprosy
Pull up this mihas, like a pair of knee-highs
This biatch, need triage, cut her life expectancy (oh)
What you expecting see?
F*cking with Janey is jeopardy
What city you repping B?
Betta tell 'em to bring all the weaponry
You on that hype shit, like dykes, when they feeling me
You be so nice, when that sight, hit that melon be
You be all bite, but won't bite, at that ghetto beef
Betta think twice, the advice, I am giving these
Soft dudes, Bruce Jenner
So confused, Bruce Jenner
Let 'em loose, Kro Kill'em
Wig pulled back, banana peelings
We all sinners, but I bet tho
They don't wanna see Janey let go
Bitch try me like new stilettos
I knock your ass down like Legos, leggo

Yeah, yeah
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Writer: David Barnett, Jr., Zabrina Quarles
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