Lyrics:
a mothafuckin’ body
They gone make me catch a mothafuckin’ body
If it’s smoke just let me know so we can gone get on it
Don’t give no fuck bout who you is this for
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
of Kanye West and 50 Cent
Dropping on the same day, couldn't wait for our pay day
Me and my boys had a job, we worked the same place (T-Dot)
Worked for
of them Off-Whites
You need to bring your ass over here
If your nigga wanna fight, bitch, come outside
I'm off this Hennessy, too many shots
Don't give
me back
Arghh! Fuck!
So what we gon' do, my niggas? What we gon' do?
Bro, we can go back right now, my nigga
Like nigga, I don't give a fuck, my
still respect and help you
Just don't treat me like you see me out in public
And I said, "Fuck it," and tried to disrespect you
JoJo, that was a bozo
monopoly cash
With your homies chain and your father's jacket
Don't give a fuck about fashion
Jesus walked around in some dirty sandals
Tis the season
Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit
And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're immune
take
It's gettin hard to trust now
Tryna live life to the fullest no regrets so baby I don't give a fuck now
Fuck yo 2cents and bitch I don't need your
homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
about the reggie
Fuck it now it's time to talk reckless
I don't give
I don't give a fuck about unit's
I don't give a fuck about unit's, or numbers
it off homie yeah
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
All by your lonely
If you have to call me lil' blast master, KIS
(Cus we just don't give a fuck
and what you thinking
I need yo two cents when we linking
You want me at your family's pad oh
So I'd act as your comfort padding
To give support you wish
know it)
She know I don't give a shit, but I'm on her wishlist
Your Rollie ain't worth shit, if it goes tick-tick (you can't)
I'm from North Memphis,
crack corn, but I don't care
You can be black, white or a albino yeah
You can have corn rows inside your hair
I give a fuck if I don't like your stare
more like a chore
Ain't in my ties, you don't know about the rope
I'm gettin' by plenty fine bout a hoe
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, we smokin' the strong, so I call
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
on the damn mic
Fuck all the damn hype, this about bars
It's not about rollies, it's not about cars
It's not about YSL or Audemars
You jumped off my dick
later, goin' hard like we used to
On the dead homies
On the dead homies
I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga
Our lil' homie Stunna
from that Shi Town Bitch
Who gives a fuck where you from
I'm from that Richland VA
Who gives a fuck where you from
Now you don't want no drama boy cause
crisis
Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't
a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's
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