Lyrics:
[Chorus: *Scratching*]
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fuck" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In The Ass " Fuck
phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,
probably go to hell, I don't give a fuck
We working we working
What I sip on be that purpose
Most of these broads they be thirsty
Hundreds and fifties
ham[01:51.61]I sniffed about a gram and I don't know who I am[01:54.57]Now watch me as I change into a motherfuckin' zombie[01:57.59]You can't stop me, even with
inside your hair
I give a fuck if I don't like your stare
This bottle of wine goes upside your head
A little bit psycho, but I know that
Think we just
ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
You think you a killer but we gon' just
a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm that mothafucker y'all read about
Smokin' you and your crew, takin' a life or two
You don't like how I'm livin, well
good, I'ma at home by midnight
Got your own job, you don't need no nigga
You're dressed like it's summertime when it's winter (When it's winter)
Fifty
don’t give no fucks about
She don’t give no fucks about you
They don’t give no fucks about you
We don’t give no fucks about you
We stayin the fuck from
again
and pull another left hand
fifty shots to win
i can't lose its impossible
plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin' you
i be 'bout
give 'em a chance and it's a go-to-jail, under-house bars monol' niggas, yeah
We don't really talk about it, we just be about it
Think about it, think
done
Like if we ain't give a fuck about it
Tryna pull a 50 cent, get rich or die tryin
Be my love, baby, I'll be the illest nigga life for you
Like these
the fuck we gon' do then?
I don't know about you niggas but I'm going out
Fuck it then cuh, on Compton Crip, kick the door open
Fuck the police
the lane they like scoob can you pass bra
No yall is fu make em poof like he casper
Whats 50 cent I never had me no many man
Scoob aint just talking I hop
crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump, jump)
The buzz is tremendous, we drop you artists
offended
This shit i gave it my all so you gotta know ima kill it
Give a fuk about a mainstream Im just tryna feed the main team
I ain't meek but i chase
six, six, six
When I got you on my mind, ain't no room for a thot
When you layin' on my chest, ain't no room for my heart
Girl, you know we wastin'
a nigga broke ass hell, he only got 50 cents
It's okay bro, you only halfway to a dollar
If you wanna make fast money, Then give me a holla
This nigga
dollars, no cents
So fuck a bitch, who is you with?
What the fuck nigga, yo we don't give a fuck
The niggas I'm with, yo we don't give a fuck
The bitches
Two times, give a lover two signs that we're doomed
I've already proven that the truth hides
Nothing deep about this, don't confuse lines
Cover
Gin in my cup it got me loose yeah
I could give a fuck about your two cents
LA to the A I throw the deuce up
You talking all that talk but you don't
Gin in my cup it got me loose yeah
I could give a fuck about your two cents
LA to the A I throw the deuce up
You talking all that talk but you don't
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
don't stop"
Fuck the talk I walk whatever I claim to do
Knock a mule on her ass and turn the pussy black and blue
You couldn't run up if your Fighter
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