Lyrics:
Ah (Yeah)
Ha ha ha
Turn every up in that a lil bit (yeah)
Oh, we gon' keep that (ha)
Yeah
Lex Luger on the beat, so what the fuck you lookin'
Heh-ha-heh-ha-ha-ha Did ya miss me? I sure missed you!
I told ya we're gonna be friends to the end and now it's time to play
I got a new game sport it's called hide
shakin' hands, I don't fake kickin' like friends to me
You don't like my music, I don't give a fuck, y'all gon' be fans of me
Lil' bro just got his first
Get the fuck up out my mentions, nigga
I don't give a fuck about what you shippin' what you flippin', nigga
I did a whole lot of slime shit to get
girl a Birkin bag, and she used to wear them Birkenstocks
I'm a ball player how I work the clock, yeah, yeah
Fuck generation well, don't want Arabian
dog, we was talkin' to the same hoe
I just pull up on her with my dog in a Durango
I been watchin' Martin and now I feel I need a Gina
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
sir don't you worry
We're here to cry for you and to cook you some curry
My friend if you don't have the time to give yourself hugs
Pick up your pen
his ho, bring her back to me, she won't wanna go
Fuck me slow, ride me on a ten-speed like we on the road, I'm 'bout to blow
She let me paint her face
don't give a fuck, how you know them shooters up,
Fuck nigga want Smoke, push up
You don't want no smoke lil brah, we gon' go ahead and get with ya, we
have time to address the
Fetishized hatred we endure from white men
So you'll forgive me if I don't give
A fuck about your cooperation of feelings
Fuck
give a fuck man, if I go broke nigga
I'm thugged out, I'm a motherfucking ho
Playing that game I'mma show
You bout the four
I keep it real, I got a line
I don't see it inside of you
Drive by the menace
And ride with the tune
Maybe we can die
But it won't be with you
Maybe I could leave
But I won't
ion need a weapon
Pussy know I’m big Steppa yea they know I’m steppin
Pussy youn scare me FUCK YO SMITH & WESSEN
LIL NIGGA
All up in my ear talking
everything
And she like ten years older, said, "Please, no childish games"
Said, "I don't care 'bout nothin' baby", so fuck that fame
I like you just how
a family
Yo Kan stop playin what the fuck are you sayin?
Remember them chicks from the Brick 'round nine six
That we seen when we hit a lick by
used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew,
can die together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
me by four)
Vibin to them slow jams all night long (Yeah we vibin)
I just popped a perc it put her in the zone (Yeah yeah yeah)
Never seen a breed like
on Christmas day
Know you trippin' bout these hoes but I gotchu' lil bae
Give a fuck about a thot (Thot!) cause she coming my way, oh
Uh-ooh-ooh, Uh-ooh-ooh, Uh-
to figure out what I say
I give less than a fuck, what you doing over there
Just don't get in my way
Hear my records feel my presence now and forever
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look
Got one life to live and I give mine to the set nigga
Catch him, four five six, better play your role
bro)
Nigga, we don't get no sleep 'cause we be grindin' hard (Grind)
Bring the game to its knees, you know I'm tryin' hard (Rap game)
I believe in
Vans, ripped jeans (Ripped jeans)
Rockstar shit, no green (No green)
We take trips no beans (Okay)
Sativa and rica on me (On me)
I got a wavy lil' bitch
tight and you know that this is true
Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob makin' heads bob and it don't stop
'Cause we're about to keep on flowin' 'til you see our
Discuss these we dont give a fuck by mr lil one Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In