Lyrics:
lil bae
Somebody please tell me why they all hate
I don't give a fuck, I'll make my own lane
Bitch I ain't respond, and you got a headache
She wonder
shot, but spit that fire at her"
I see Pimp Ant, tryna shoot his lil piece of game
Big Chiefa holding down the whole city mane
Mr. Maintain said, "fuck it
want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Riding it like a bucket, nigga fuck it (fire another)
I
on all of y'all, I'm just deciding who to whack
Lil' bro'll pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC
So we don't sit at restaurants, these
you're facin'
Prosecution set it with your opening statement
Your honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences to the family
he be riding on Rucci's
These niggas be flexing (Go)
But get em they broke
And they venting bout how they been stressing
I don't give a fuck bout that
got no friends, we all strangers
Like I’m Tupac bitch I need changes what
I don’t give a fuck
Bitch, you can come get this nut
Homie owe me, yo lips
wack, they suck
Me and my niggas like a wolf pack
We don't give a fuck about'em coz they stupid, you know we don't give no fuck
You my boss? I call you
way, we on our way bitch
We on our way
SQ bitch we on our way, we on our way bitch
We on our way
I fuck around and send a few to your twist
And empty
screamin c-p-3
Nigga and magic and snoop, over there with me
Cause I'm a uptown nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers
me Coldplay
Walk inside the strip club
Give the baddest one a big hug
She know daddy been a real one
Aimin' at a nigga ear drums
I don't have to beat
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come
the fuck you recordin' for, Nick Jr?
(The game ain't changed) It just got harder
Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville (yep),
don't give a fuck
I wanted the fame she wanted to fuck
You don't gotta ask lil' mama (Lil' mama)
You chasin' a bag lil' mama (Lil' mama)
I'm poppin'
let's get high tonight (my lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets
I remember, when
Riding round inside my new thing
They gon' say me Mr. Owe me
Rest in peace Big and Nakas
I had to get it by my lonely
Windows tinted like I'm Bruce
like collard greens I told lil Shawty come be my main squeeze, No Weaint gotta tell nobody
We Do what the fuck we want Slut out her box jus like I
before we cool out
I'm tryna fuck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna fuck somethin' right now
I'm try-I'm tryna fuck somethin' right now
I'm Bruce Wayne, I'm too trained
There ain't no way to reduce pain, when I throw blows
If I ain't hot, God damn, I don't know
Say something now Mr
and that’s just not me
I only give a fuck about who I can’t have
If you’re knockin on my door don’t unpack your bag
And that goes for every little thing in my
out the muhfuckin' room
'Cause they don't fuckin'
I'd like to propose a toast
I said toast, motherfucker
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they
shooting at no homes
We ain't by the fox, but I did put some money on his dome
I'm the realest nigga in this shit
Ho ain't no clone, bitch
Say she don't
too
Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep, yeah you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay,
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