Lyrics:
about me
You don't give a fuck about me
You don't give a fuck about me
Only care about you
What's up Jimbo it's your big bro,
Listen close I need you
finna green out, I'm finna vomit
Yeah yeah yeah, counting up green, I turned nothing to something
I'll let you go and you don't got to give me a reason
I
ignorant)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
on Sunday, oh by the way
He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billie Joe was throwing somethin' off
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
oughta be a-bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA was gonna meet
That
all black fit, I'm in that mode, bitch, I'm Demon
Don't give a f*** bout no snow, I sell a bag in any season
Treyday why you cut me off, like, what
of Death
LP soon come for ya, bless bless
I don't give a fuck about ya rock size
Nigga my guns is grandfather clocksize
The Winchester, the Thompson
me"
I really from the war, really
I really do a sneak attack, just to up the score
I don't panic, we got a panic room at the crib
Shooter's
that's my baby
And don't nobody father kids like me
Word to Kevin Hart, take care of they rib like me
I made fucked up decisions but don't let 'em crucify
favorite phrase: that's on hundreds
His niggas trained to go where ever he point you got shitted on
Or smoked like a joint
Here comes his line-up, first 48
amazing when you hold me close
Know me like the summer, baby don't let go
I got body heat (give it to me, give it to me)
I'm burnin' up, baby (burnin'
Cafe, The Co-op!
[Chorus sung in the style of Gina Thompson's "The Things That You Do": Nina Sky]
The things you do, keeps me, in love with you
[Verse
Yawn, what's the time?
I was trying to get some sleep
Attention, aah!
Bridges
Sharkey
Nutley
Jackson
Thompson (master!)
Well, as you can see we've
oughta be a bringin' up your little girl this way.""
And it was signed by the secretary, ""Harper Valley PTA.""
Well it happened that the PTA was gonna
man who still believes
He can change the world
By saying please
Give Johnny Mays
The strength to put that bottle down
Mrs. Bailey and her husband
Find
fuck you)
(I'm just eating Ruffles, gotta lotta stuff, fool)
(So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face)
Don't make me shoot up
PTSD give me flashbacks
Steady sipping syrup
I'm a lumberjack
Call my bluff
Please don't run up
That would be dumb as fuck
I keep a semi with me
We
of every man ...
STAN
Or woman.
REG
Why don't you shut up about women, Stan, you're putting us off.
STAN
Women have a perfect right to play a part in our
over nonsense
I'm on my Tristan Thompson,
And I don't care who's watching
Might be in Koos, or I might be in Gotham
I'm just gassing, straight from
if they don't got nothing to offer you
Why the fuck you testing me be careful what you ask for
30 And a Thompson shoot your shit up like the splash
Forty rounds hollerin' where are y'all at?
Nigga dead serious, chopper with a shoulder strap
Microphone, Michael ? on I know I'm wrong
The man up above
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