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• Artiste: Slim Thug
• Titre: Don't Give A Fuck
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(Verse) I got a Rari and a Rover but my name ain’t Sousa These bitches look thugger, FN in the holster Cuz fakers be hatin, fuck being patient I got them thangs on that high way, paper chasin You either broke or tryna get rich Work a 9 to 5, I work up to a brick Money bring bitches and bitches bring drama Tryna figure out what I’mma cup this summer I think I fucked yo girlfriend but I don’t remember Rollie on my arm and it’s colder than December Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck I’m in that drop Rrari, with the ceiling up (Hook) Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck I’m in that drop Rrari, with the ceiling off Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck I’m rollin over haters in that Rover truck (Verse) I be trillin down, gorilla pokers pocking out I be on my grind, something you should never doubt Getting to that money so my paper thickin hella style Pull up to that parking lot and I’m the one they talkin bout I know wutchu talkin bout, all you do is run yo mouth Money talk for me, nah homey I don’t never shop I be on my paper route, it’s something you know nothing bout 15000 dollar couch, you sleepin on yo mama couch 34 inch cubic links, so heavy that it make slouch Keep my wrist flooded homey, I ain’t worried bout a drop Paper to the ceiling, man I swear it’s just too much to count But long as I can count up on my blesses I’m gon keep it countin (Hook) Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck I’m in that drop Rrari, with the ceiling off Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck I’m rollin over haters in that Rover truck (Verse) Bitch you in a coma if you ain’t feelin us A mill+ but it still ain’t enough I ain’t good at giving trust Cuz these bitches and these niggas get yo head bust Yea these hoes and these niggas get you locked up Thug life, still can’t stop us Fuck around, go broke, tryna top us In a Phantom with a trunk full of choppas Fuck it, po’ a 4 in the crush Them boys, they a’ight but they can’t fuck with us Bring them bottles here, yea that’s us Section full of broads, hell yea that’s us We got the whole club turnt up Spike them bottles with that molly, getting fucked up Yo, we do this shit every night Thug boss, I’m that nigga that you bitches like (Hook) Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck I’m in that drop Rrari, with the ceiling off Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck I’m rollin over haters in that Rover truck