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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nasty C
Vocals
DJ Khalil
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Irmin Schmidt
Songwriter
Jaki Liebezeit
Songwriter
Michael Karoli
Songwriter
Holger Czukay
Songwriter
Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nasty C
Producer
DJ Khalil
Producer
Mike Manitshana
Mixing Engineer
Steve "Steve B" Baughman
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
(We ain't goin')
(We ain't goin', we ain't goin')
(Nah-nah-nah, we ain' goin' for none of that)
Middle fingers up
Fuck that (Uh)
We ain't givin' up this land, fuck that (Fuck that)
We ain't missin' out on bags, fuck that (Fuck that)
Won't put my life in niggas' hands, fuck that (Fuck that)
Fuck that (Fuck that)
Fuck that (Damn)
We ain't givin' up this land, fuck that (Bitch, uh)
We ain't missin' out on bags, fuck that (Bitch)
Won't put my life in niggas' hands, fuck that (Fuck that)
Fuck that (Fuck that)
Man, fuck that (Damn)
Give me my flowers while y'all can, fuck that (Bitch)
Don't wait 'til they put me in the sand, fuck that (Bitch)
Hit me now and tell me I'm the man, fuck that (Damn)
Fuck that
Man, fuck that (Bitch)
You see the sun on me way after sunset (Bitch)
I got stupid heights to reach, I'm makin' contact
Seem like every time I dare run out of luck, I run back
Fun fact (Invest in me and you get plenty bucks back)
Every time this life had punchеd me in the chin, I swung back
Had me with my back against thе same wall I hung plaques
Now I'm thumbin' racks, chillin' somewhere where the huns at
One white bitch, one Indian, and one black (Bitch)
Got it out the mud, I don't relate to dumb brats (Bitch)
The way we put in work for all this shit is unmatched (Bitch)
See, they could do the same if they got off my nut sack
Me givin' it up? I bet they want that, but fuck that (Uh)
We ain't givin' up this land, fuck that (Fuck that)
We ain't missin' out on bags, fuck that (Fuck that)
Won't put my life in niggas' hands, fuck that (Fuck that)
Fuck that (Fuck that)
Fuck that (Damn)
We ain't givin' up this land, fuck that (Bitch, uh)
We ain't missin' out on bags, fuck that (Bitch)
Won't put my life in niggas' hands, fuck that (Fuck that)
Fuck that (Fuck that)
Man, fuck that (Damn)
Give me my flowers while y'all can, fuck that (Damn)
Don't wait 'til they put me in the sand, fuck that (Bitch)
Hit me now and tell me I'm the man, fuck that (Damn)
Fuck that
Man, fuck that (Damn)
You see the sun on me way after sunset
I got stupid heights to reach, I'm makin' contact
Seem like every time I dare run out of luck, I run back
Fun fact (Invest in me and you get plenty bucks back)
Writer(s): Khalil Abdul-rahman, Irmin Schmidt, Holger Czukay, Jaki Liebezeit, Michael Karoli, Nsikayesizwe David Ngcobo Junior
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