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Featuring Pastor Troy & Wooh Da Kid I be like fuck that shit, fuck that shit I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit I be like fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit I be like fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit Turn that shit up, DJ get it crackin Pimp tight, pimp J, G just started rappin Trappers keep trappin, bitches keep strippin Smokers keep smoking, sippers keep sippin I’m a bonified, crip right, in front of the club I’m a V I P, in this bitch they show me love I be released, 3 bottles of Hen before I’m buzzed Damn I’m only 45 and it’s fresh out of the club And I feel like ain’t nobody that can stop me My killers hang with killers, my posy got a posy My homies on pointin, at least the ones I brought with me Got all them hoes, out there getting them hundreds and the 50’s Came in bout clear, when I left I can’t remember Like a tree I fell with, down like timber Letras de cancionesBut I still go hard, never was a pretender And you pussy ass niggas need to change or shimmer I be like fuck that shit, fuck that shit I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit I be like fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit I be like fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit Okay, all black leather, pocket full of cheddar I got that Beretta, make me disrespect ya PT Cruiser, Vietnam vet Hanging in this here with these choppas on deck The check I chase it, just cognac –don’t waste it You know that I’m gutta, a real motherfucker I don’t play with busters, I don’t play with lames I live something foreign and I’m switchin lanes The bitch know where I came Them niggas know where I live Them bitches know that I’m game And I’m strapped to death I’m never bout myself I only got my boys Them hundred fire clips and them automatic toys Beatin down the block, bitches on my jock She lookin at my ring, she lookin at my watch I’m lookin at the clock cuz I’m about to split And go and get the Glock, nigga fuck that shit I be like fuck that shit, fuck that shit I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit I be like fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit I be like fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit Swag on, what the fuck? Shoes on, what are those? Chain on, how’d you get it? Diamonds on extra froze It’s another body bag, bring that yellow tape (adios) My strap is like a 8-0-8 the way it’s shaped To brick the block hot, they want bronze with monopoly Have my young boys running through your property All my lil niggas stay on GO 2 shots, close range, like a free throw I put that on dunk, I ain’t letting up Like a motherfucker pointer, I’m just settin up For my time, when I make it to the tucky top Tryina block? I’mma make you swallow every shot I be like fuck that shit, fuck that shit I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit I be like fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit I be like fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch I don’t really give a fuck, fuck that shit From Letras Mania