I don t give a fuck instrumental

I don't fuck with you You little stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you You little, you little dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do Than to be fuckin' with you Little stupid ass, I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, I don't I don't I don't give a fuck Bitch I don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do Don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do I heard you got a new man, I see you takin' a pic Then you post it up, thinkin' that it's makin' me sick I see you calling, I be makin' it quick I'm a answer that shit like: "I don't fuck with you" Bitch I got no feelings to go I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go I mean for real, fuck how you feel Fuck your two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill, yeah And everyday I wake up celebrating shit, why? Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bitch I stuck to my guns, that's what made me rich That's what put me on, that's what got me here That's what made me this And everything that I do is my first name These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain Ain't nothin' but trill in me, aw man, silly me I just bought a crib, three stories, that bitch a trilogy And you know I'm rollin' weed that's fuckin' up the ozone I got a bitch that text me, she ain't got no clothes on And then another one text, then your ass next And I'm gonna text your ass back like I don't fuck with you You little stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you You little, you little dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do Than to be fuckin' with you Little stupid ass, I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, I don't I don't I don't give a fuck Bitch I don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do Don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do. Karaoke Acoustic Instrumental Data di pubblicazione: 21 gennaio Tutti i testi di The Dollar Needers.

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Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast Run them, run them, r-run them, run them, fuck the slow mo. Fashion slave, you protestin' to get in a fuckin' look book Everything I scribble's like The Anarchist Cookbook Look good, posing in a centerfold of Crook Book Black on black on black with a ski mask, that is my crook look How you like my stylin', bruh? Ain't nobody stylin', bruh 'Bout to turn this mothafucka up like Riker's Island, bruh Where my thuggers and my cripples and my blooders and my brothers? When you niggas gon' unite and kill the police, mothafuckas?

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