Lyrics:
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I
a fuck
Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't give a fuck)
It's Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) still don't give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Lil' Jon, we rep
Fuck are we sayin'?
Big '81, but I don't own a Harley I ride in Mercedes with Shane (ayy)
It's me and Lil' Harley, we wreckin' this shit
Then we 'bout
we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President, hehe
And I meant every word in my letter to the President
Word motherfuckin' life
Fuck this nigga think?
Yeah, I got the fire on me, I keep the chopper close by
That's just my philosophy
Misery loves company and I don't need the misery
House full
on lookin' from left to right
Girl, come a bit closer, look in my eyes
Searching is so wrong, I'm Mr. Right
You seem like the type to love 'em and leave
fuck y'all
Really though, it's Death Row, nigga
You better ask somebody
You really better ask somebody
(Get out, get out, I don't love you no more)
and they know I'm cocky
Fuck another interview, I'm done with it
I don't give a fuck about lil' ho, I let young hit it
I play the games of the thrones
on me, can't play with that money, yeah
I'm fucking with shorty, I'm loving the way that she fucking me, yeah
Give no fucks yeah, we don't give no fucks
man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfucker I'm grown
I
Priscilla
I don't give a fuck that she look like Thriller
Hit that shit one more time and fuck around and kill her
'Cause I got the heart of a Pittsburgh
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
up
But we they just don't give a fuck
(Yeah)
They just don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck either man (Yeah)
I gotta give my fuck offs
Fuck
Finger-licking good, got me dripping down your white tee
I'm a dime, and nigga twelve the way they out here tryna cuff
I'm his Mrs., we go trippin', give me
Mr.L
Written & Produced By:
Mr. Loveless
Right!
Let's go!
Fuck your 666! I'm a 999!,
Back from the ring of fire just to cross the line!,
I hope you
a private eye agency
Mr. Tell It just leave me alone
Cause on the real, I don't want to put one in your dome
So leave me alone
Mr. Tell It we tryin' to sleep
'm straight
I need a girl that just don't give a fuck.
So I'm caught stroking her mom. I mean, so what?
A little a skins here and there ain't nothin'.
I
I got 'bout a hundred of the mud
(straight up)
But she just want to fuck and smoke (dope)
Lil mama know what it's gon be
She just wanna fuck
would call
Bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, shoot up class-way halls
I don't give a fuck, who you call to come
You came with thirty niggas, I only came with
about a Benz, bitch
And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
I told that
quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the land, better read ya' motherfuckin' press
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be
'm a nigga that don't give a fuck about nothin'
So let me explain a lil somethin', yo
See, I got this problem, a big problem
Cops don't like me, so I don't
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