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books and pick up the gun
We're gonna have a whole lot of fun!
(Chorus)
And it's 1 2 3 what are we fighting for?
Don't ask me I don't give a damn!
Next

(uh huh)
(Swank)
(yea)
I keep on getting tried
I just don't have no more fuckin time
Bullshit I just pay no damn mind Feelings been lost we not

about the drama Ima go getter
I don't focus on the days nobody wrote letters
Now when I write or if I paint they pay me by the letter
D to the Rootz keep

by yo beauty
Angel from heaven
It was hard to tell
You been through hell
Still casted under yo spell
Don't know when I fell
But I fell
It hurts cuz yo

Service for yo sun days, he dreaming of a rolls royce
And give your daughter piece of mind, let her rejoice
She can be whatever
A doctor or a model cause no

right, setting your damn chest alight
Trying to rearrange the order of level we fitting in
The picture not painted by our creator, that must be a sin
Isn't

breezing through the windows, not a cloud behind me
Just to be clear I conquered every fear
I was hanging by a thread and met the puppeteer
Back against

Can't take a L
Told that bitch that I might send yo ass to hell
Bitch don't try to come back now, when I was hurt, didn't wish me well
Off the dome

lost in them
Always catching waves, man, I got a shark rhythm
You don't ever want to work you just want results
I bet you're soft, your nine to five made

motherfucking breath
Oh you think this a fucking joke right?
When I'm rapping on this beat, 5am in the dark night
I am not just an asshole, bitch I'm vengeance,

come to your spot
Got you coming a lot
But and I always come just to see what
you got,
And he love that I talk to him nasty
Actually
I do it, he don't

shoes 
Tell your wife to chill
She drives me crazy just like car deals 
The future is so bright
Go get a sunscreen

(Verse 2)
I don't give a damn about

Return of the Diaz Bros.

Tony Touch

The Piece Maker

2000

guys fuckin soft man
They can't fuck with me
I'll bury those fuckin cock-a-roaches
FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!

shit don't make no sense'
When you ain't properly living
But if I only made this one, just know my all it was given
And my pockets so starved I know my

couldn't give a damn if I died today
I'm spittin' bars and raising em' lookin' my demons in the eye and facing em'
Gathering motivation to sustain my

5 to 9, I'm like you out your mind
I doubt you'll find me sitting in their pews
Sitting idly by, I got shit to do
Then I remembered dude that I shared

much the car cost?
Ya just another fan, applause, encores
And when I fly through world tours on Concords
Don't need no chicken drippin, save that for

to take all your money
Sometimes I think that I don't needa rap no more
I started my own label next year plannin' my own tour
Just fucked some model offa

firi ko ne wo be yie

I don't talk I just do shit
Foreign girl se me ye bougie
In a vert with an uzi
Mepe more more kudi

I don't talk I just do shit

of gas, baby no time to work
But I don't squirm, I just hurry hurry up
Drop the load
And watch the ride explode
So let it be told
When you drink your

bout the COVID-19 and some other shit
Now they got me thinkin' 5G, boutta crush a bit
Damn, for the fuck of it, UFOs be uppin' it
Ridin' round my city,

hopping fire with Trae
Will get your bitch ass bled
So everyday it be the same
It's just me and my dogs
Back then I couldn't focus
I was blinded by the fog

i don't give a damn i take you with me and fly like peter pan but i mixed up wimmen In the fam and I'm Holding onto an evil karen with obviously evil

get taxed with no big cat
I keep the fifth by my sack like it's 5th Ave
Industry niggas want me starving, homie forget that
Fuck it man, I'm finna