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conversations.value: Write me a song called Fuck It Off with the following description: “Fuck It Off” is the second promotional single from Tee Grizzley’s third studio album, ACTIVATED, featuring Chris Brown. It also marks the first official collaboration between the two artists.
  The track sees the duo rap about their come-up on the streets over a grimy beat, sending a clear message to their haters that they can “fuck it off.” The pair’s braggadocios style of rapping ensures that nobody can ignore the amount of hard work and grind that they put into getting where they are today. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  (
  Helluva made this beat, baby
  )
  [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
  Who you think you finna play with?
  Who you think you finna run your mouth to and won't say shit?
  I'm outchea, when it's cold, leave you out there
  Them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped
  Hella niggas talk shit, but they stand still
  Let's take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel?
  Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers on my chain, shit
  Keep playin' with Liu Kang, I'ma kick it to your main bitch
  And I been fuckin' hoes on my bae shit
  Come to the crib, I tell her go to the spaceship
  Red pill, blue pill, we in 
  The Matrix
  Take it to the face, better do what I say, bitch
  He make it outta here, then he a winner
  If a nigga try to run, then we pull up in Sprinters
  We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck it hit yo' liver
  End of discussion, it's nothin', I eat you pussies for dinner
  I got no time for fake ones
  Killers on the Westside with them real guns
  And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still come
  "Where you at? Here, nigga!" All this pussy I'ma drill somethin'
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Why they hate to see a real nigga make it?
  I done made a lot of change, now my people's changin'
  By myself, I don't need no witness
  Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
  I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky
  And livin' every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
  I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw
  You think I worked this hard to fuck it off? [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley, 
  Chris Brown
  , 
  Tee Grizzley & Chris Brown
  ]
  Once again, I gotta remind these niggas
  Balenciaga, 'member when I couldn't buy these, nigga (
  Woo!
  )
  Called 'em bricks birds 'cause we really fly these bitches
  Tell your mans I know I'm lit, but don't eye me, nigga (
  Yee! Oh-woah
  )
  I'm solvin' every single problem with a tool
  Supersoak a nigga like he jumpin' out the pool (
  Ooh
  )
  If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news
  Chopper lift a nigga up, I bet he make it to the moon (
  Baow
  )
  You can tell me and 
  Breezy at the top
  They want us to 
  fail, hopin' that we fall, but we not
  Don't feel bad for what I did to them nigga's block
  Can't say what happened, just know I had to get rid of the Glock (
  Oh
  )
  Remember my lick days, couldn't pull a bitch days (
  Oh
  )
  Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that shit paid (
  Ooh, woah
  )
  Nigga tried to fake beef with a nigga, 
  that's just hate
  Sneak dissin' me, I jump on my dick, these niggas lame (
  Oh, pussy nigga
  )
  Ayy, niggas terrible, who raised y'all? (
  Yeah
  )
  Niggas leeches, I can't feed 'em, I can't baby y'all (
  Get the fuck home
  )
  I'm givin' headshots, I ain't 'bout the fade, y'all
  Bitch, you ain't fuckin', bye Felicia, I can't play with y'all (
  Woo
  )
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Why they hate to see a real nigga make it?
  I done made a lot of change, now my people's changin'
  By myself, I don't need no witness
  Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
  I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky
  And livin' every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
  I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw
  You think I worked this hard to fuck it off?