Dave East – F*ck Dat (ft. Young Dolph) (Audio, Lyrics)

Dave East unveils the “F*ck Dat” featuring Young Dolph. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by DJ Paul.

Dave East Fck Dat

Dave East’s fresh off of the release of his latest project, Karma 3. Marking the first project since the release of his official debut album Survival, Dave East’s third instalment in his mixtape series proves that he’s still a rapper’s rapper that can stand with the best of ’em, regardless of their regional standings. He takes a trip to Jamaica on the Popcaan-assisted, “Unruly,” and brings the quaking bass of trap music into his world with collaborations alongside Trouble and Doe Boy.

A highlight off of the project comes closer towards the end of the project when East and Young Dolph connect over a classic Three 6 Mafia sample on the DJ Paul produced, “Fuck Dat.” Bringing raw tales of the streets over grim production, East reflects on the days he was struggling before delving into the luxurious lifestyle of a rapper on the second verse. Dolph slides on the third verse, detailing the struggle and the hustler mentality that put him in the position of a boss.

Dave East – F*ck Dat (ft. Young Dolph) (prod. DJ Paul)

Lyrics

[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

[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 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 feel like (Fuck that)

[Verse 2: Dave East]
She never had no nigga with no money
Ask me why they keep on looking at me funny
I don’t know, I told her (Fuck that)
She noddin’ in my lap just like a junkie
Lately, I been getting booked all out the country
If you don’t love me, homie (Fuck that)
Couldn’t get it in the spot, we had to stomp ’em
Ass fat, but her face look like a monster, my nigga
I couldn’t (Fuck that)
I’m out the country somewhere twisted with your wife
Imagine they offer twenty-five to life
I’d tell my lawyer (Fuck that)
Rest in peace to Nipsey, rest in peace to Kobe
Show a couple niggas love, but dawg, if you don’t know me (Fuck that)
I had roaches in my pantry, mama drove a Camry
Fuck a Grammy, if it ain’t about the family, you know

[Chorus: Dave East]
(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 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 feel like (Fuck that)

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
It’s Dolph
Closed mouths don’t get fed
Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream, so I’m like (Fuck that)
Yeah, yeah
Hop up out the bed soon as I open up my eyes
Got money to go get, yah’ mean? So I’m like (Fuck that)
For real, though
It’s the middle of the day
Crack a seal, pour a eight
See an opp, he gettin’ ate, ayy (Fuck that)
Nigga don’t even take care his own kids
How the fuck I’m ‘posed to trust you, nigga?
That’s why I’m like (Fuck that, what?)
When I was little, told my mama I’ma move her out the gutter
Had to learn how to hustle, was like (Fuck that), huh
I can show you how to do some shit in your hood to make your money double, but, uh
(Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh)

[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 feel like
(Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that)
I feel like

[Outro]
Fuck that shit (DJ Paul)
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit