Tytuł: We Don't Give A

• Wykonawca: Fabolous
• Wyświetleń: 460

sick mothafuckers!
  go head, throw up nigga
  yea yea ok, i know you
  i know, i know
  
  [Verse 1]
  If you wanna have smaller digits
  The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit
  Every week, pay em all a visit
  I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it
  I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
  Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
  O.k, I'll rap a little faster
  But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor
  I'm like you except I date supermodels
  The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow
  We get the same parties probably
  My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy
  And I dont front for nothin'
  I likes, I gets, I want for nothin'
  I'm givin' ya straight answers
  And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer
  
  [Chorus]
  Say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk
  WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
  Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
  WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
  Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
  WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
  Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die
  WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
  
  [Verse 2]
  I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
  I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
  Bitches who look, close to Madonna,
  Dosie cabanna, toast by a ?
  I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya
  Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor
  for niggaz who supposed to be drama
  I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna
  Get head while I'll roast in a sawna
  F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that?
  And I hit the ? wit the scandals
  Cause its all bullshit my attroneys can handle
  Ya insides be burnin like candles
  Rippin down posters, turnin' the channels
  You wanna end up on the ern on the mantle nigga, yea
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 3]
  I look at these brothers and laugh
  Jealous niggas dont hate havin, just others that have
  I still got love for the av.,
  Come through to give ya niggas girls baby mothers my math
  I speak on others behalf, only hate makin money
  and gotta give the government half
  You know this brother live last
  And not even Mike seen Jordans in the colors I have
  I used to run from undercovers like Shaft
  That was until this young playa got shoved into the draft
  Now I'm covered in ice, like Bruce Lee's body
  Niggas is scared, to lose these hotties
  Talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill
  We dont give a fuck nigga
  Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
  If you live its luck nigga
  
  [Chorus]