FDT Part 2 – YG ft. G-Eazy, Macklemore


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
(Intro):::
This is the activation of the emergency broadcast system

(Hook: YG):::
Fuck Donald Trump
Fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
It’s for our people
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Ain’t nobody else gon’ speak up, we gon’ speak up
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
(Verse 1: G-Eazy):::
I got a question…
How’d he make it this far? How the fuck did it begin?
A Trump rally sounds like Hitler in Berlin
Or KKK shit, now I’m goin’ in
I’m just sayin’ what’s real, I don’t give a fuck who I offend
Cause it’s gotta be said, it’s gotta be said
It’s off the top like the toupee on Donald Trump’s head
This man’s not peaceful, racism’s evil
This man hates Muslims, that’s a billion fuckin’ people
If truth be told, Donald is a terrorist
Reasons why the world’s got a problem with Americans
The fuck is goin’ on? People just passed
A mass murder happened, you said thanks for the congrats
You tryna get your votes up, you don’t got class
Orlando was a tragedy, you react fast
And then made it ‘bout you, to boost your campaign
It’s goin’ all bad if he wins this damn thing
Man America is fucked if he’s next up
Take a day to undo what Obama fixed up
It’s Young Gerald so you know who said it
And Ivanka can get it, straight up

(Hook: YG):::
Fuck Donald Trump
Fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump

(Verse 2: Macklemore):::
Oh we ridin’, check it
Now, we protest when we see the tour bus (bang, bang)
Too scared to get out, that’s why the door is shut (bang, bang)
Your politics are like a Starburst pack (why?)
Nobody fucks with the orange one (biatch!)
Bannin’ all Muslims? Aiight, bool (this guy)
What if we ban all the white dudes?
Because a couple have run up in trenchcoats and rifles
And killed in the name of Jesus Christ at the high school
How ‘bout we stop sellin’ automatic guns?
You got rich cause your daddy gave you automatic funds
Add it up, you an automatic punk, what it is?
I’m just tryna make America great again! (Mothafucka)
Party in the streets when Hillary wins
If she don’t, my girl’s half Canadian
Actually nah, I’m not gonna stay with them
I got an eagle on my arm, I’m a patriot
I’ma stay right here, I ain’t livin’ in fear
With my people who are Muslims, Mexican and queer
And we ain’t gonna let you fuck up four years
Ain’t gonna let you fuck up for years

(Hook: YG):::
Fuck Donald Trump
Fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Send it over
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Ain’t nobody feelin’ your ass
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Ain’t nobody feelin’ you ass
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Here we go again

(Verse 3: YG):::
Thought I was makin’ songs just to ride to?
But come to find out your own kind don’t even like you
Macklemore don’t like you, G-Eazy don’t like you
The rest weenies, they scared to say it, but they don’t like you
Obama don’t like you, Michelle don’t like you
Been tryna make it to one of your rallies but I ain’t have time to, punk
Piss on your golf course just to find you
Like where you hidin’ at? Who you lyin’ to?
Fuck your get rich scheme, I’ve been ballin’ out
You’re too old, you keep lyin’, that’s why your hair fallin’ out
Donald Trump, call him out, KKK supporter
His favorite phrase, “Deport ‘em,” how the fuck y’all endorse him?
Since America is fucked up anyway
Give Obama a third term, that’s what plenty say
Just left Texas, hit the stage for a couple thousand
And had your same color people hollerin’

(Hook: YG):::
Fuck Donald Trump
Fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah

Still Brazy – YG


LETRA DA MUSICA
Ayy! This shit
This shit, this shit
My life, my life
Nigga this shit brazy
Nigga shit brazy
This shit, this shit
This shit brazy
This shit, this shit
This shit brazy
Nigga this shit brazy, oh Lord, oh!
Nigga this shit brazy

Look at my life
Been through it all, got bullet wounds twice
Still don’t know where it came from, yikes
(Why everybody want a piece of my pie?)
I, I, gotta keep guns with me
Shit real, I ain’t tryna be pretty
Paranoia got this Henny in my kidney
‘Cause I don’t know if they’re with me or against me
They always said this was how it’s gon’ be
But me, I ain’t wanna believe
They don’t wanna see a nigga with the green
The reason for the 40 cal with the beam
The devil’s on me, got me trippin’
I used to party out with Scotty like Pippen
Now I don’t trust niggas, and I stopped invitin’ bitches
Over to the crib, they can’t know where I’m livin’

Shit brazy (Brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy)
This shit, nigga, this shit brazy (Brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy)
Oh this shit, this shit
This shit brazy (Brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy)
Oh Lord, oh Lord, nigga this shit brazy (Brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy)
Oh shit, this shit, this shit
This shit brazy

I got too much to spit for verse two
Just be careful on how you approach dude
‘Cause he done already heard about what you wanna do
Paranoia, paranoia
Paranoia down in killer California
What’s their motive? What’s their motive?
Shit, I’m the closest with some money that they know of
Lady problems, family problems
Homies problems, all this drama
On my mama, this the type of shit you sweat out in the sauna
Grandma pray for me, devil keep away from me
Fell out with my day one, that was my ace to me
Mind blown, somethin’ different when I’m on
All this shit got me in another rhyme zone
Lately, I’ve been at home
I grab the pistol when I answer the door

‘Cause shit brazy (Brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy)
This shit, nigga, this shit brazy (Brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy)
Oh this shit, this shit
This shit brazy (Brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy)
Oh Lord, oh Lord, nigga this shit brazy (Brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy)
This shit, this shit
This shit brazy

I ain’t F with this, but I F with this
Can’t complain about it, gotta find out where he gonna master it
Gotta put cameras all around the crib
Gotta, gotta wear the vest like a bib
Got some, got some problems, a whole lot ‘em
So I stay dangerous, Osama
Nigga say they heard about a million dollars
So I gotta bulletproof the Impala
Man I’m ‘bout to lose it
Homies I’m confused with
Money get involved, it’s all bad, they switch too quick
It’s too sick, thought you was realer, my nigga
Got popped, you ain’t do shit
Thought you was my killer, my nigga
Oh! Shit get realer, my nigga
When niggas know you gettin’ skrilla, my nigga
I don’t know what’s gotten into my nigga
Close from day one, I was with him, my nigga

This shit brazy
This shit, nigga, this shit brazy (Brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy)
Oh this shit, this shit
This shit brazy (Brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy)
Oh Lord, oh Lord, nigga this shit brazy (Brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy)
This shit, this shit
This shit brazy