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Pull up, pull up, pull up Yeah Pull up in the truck, I'm late, yeah Thinkin' 'bout all the bands I'm yet to make, and I was lookin' for you in the crowd, dipped out I'ma put this shit on play with or without you Without you, without you Do I give a shit about you? Fuckin' lil' bitch, I'ma devour you Castin' spells like I never had no values Oh, oh, oh, fuck you Does it look like I care about you? Fuck your mom, little sister and your dad too Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh At back of the show, I'm waitin' Scrollin' through my phone in vain, when I get a text sayin', "Y'all want in for free?" These little bitches dont know anything about me About me? That's funny I remember when they called me ugly Now I’m sittin' front row at the runway Wilhemina models stеady tryna fuck me Letras de canciones Oh, oh, oh, fuck you Does it look like I carе about you? Fuck your mom, little sister and your dad too Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh You geekin', I dont wanna see you Playin' big shows, sellin' out venues Like a rockstar, pull up in the black car While you're blacked out back at your mom's house I tried to give myself reason But I think our trust lost meanin' Guess they noticed that I'm freezin' All on your knees and pleadin' Oh, oh, oh, fuck you Does it look like I care about you? Fuck your mom, little sister and your dad too Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh You lost out, I don't wanna listen Kept my eyes straight and my vision Can miss me with your inhibitions Focused on me I'ma detox that shit Where were you when I fell? Now I'm up, everybody callin' my cell Decline, I'm doin' what I wanna do I'ma bool hard in an apartment with a fuckin' view Bool hard in an apartment with a fuckin' view From Letras Mania