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Ya, ya, ya Maybe I just care too much, too much I think I do, you say I don't, say I don't, say I fuckin' don't Hate it when they stare too much, too much Got way back like, "How you doin', how you doin', hey bitch, how you doin'?" Never one to care for fake lo-ove You're fake as fuck, I should've known, should've known, should've fuckin' known Maybe I just care too much, too much Who are you, bitch? I don't know, I don't know, I don't fuckin' know (skrrt) Hey bitch, remember when you wouldn't play my shit? Never saw the vision, had to paint that shit My ex was a mess, you can take that shit Call me crazy, bitch, like I'm Jaden Smith Shit, he don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records Well I do, so fuck you, you, you Couple lame motherfuckers, I can see right through Hold up, wait, let me check on my YouTube too Here's one fake fuck, five, seven, eight, nine Says, "Oh my gosh, wait, he's shit when he rhymes And my girlfriend left, and my life is a mess So I sit in my bed and jack off all the time, woo!" Don't be that dude Man, I really get the girls that you jack to Your old girl just got a Witt tattoo Letras de cancionesDon't be pissed, little bitch, when I @ you They say, "Lately, I just love Uzi I bump his shit like with all my roomies I shake my ass to his music too, see 'Erase Your Social,' it was almost too deep Did you just say that he bit off Witt? That can't be true, because Witt is shit Someone grab my phone, I needa google this" (Ya, ya, ya) "Oh shit!" Maybe I just care too much, too much I think I do, you say I don't, say I don't, say I fuckin' don't Hate it when they stare too much, too much Got way back like, "How you doin', how you doin', hey bitch, how you doin'?" Never one to care for fake lo-ove You're fake as fuck, I should've known, should've known, should've fuckin' known Maybe I just care too much, too much Who are you, bitch? I don't know, I don't know, I don't fuckin' know (skrrt) Been gettin' colder as the seasons go The rap game, the new Game of Thrones Sayin', "Rap is dead, mumble rap instead" Run it back to life like it's Jon Snow I'm the one and only, better not forget I'm the one and only, there is no one left There's a lot of fakin' in your fuckin' flex I lied enough and in your fuckin' cheques, woo! What do you do? He said, "I sit at the bar gettin' drunk with a few dudes And I really love Hulu And I really love watchin' these rappers on YouTube I feel cool while I'm watchin' a guy Talk about gettin' high and the bitches he fucks, ya Even though I can't relate Because I am a lame, had a piss in a cup, ya" You make music with a close mind I make music that is very open You make music for the strip club I make music for the barely copin' Fuck your blog, yeah, I fuckin' read it I manifest and I fuckin' get it Bitch, I'm the best, yeah, I fuckin' said it (Ya ya ya) Haha Maybe I just care too much, too much I think I do, you say I don't, say I don't, say I fuckin' don't Hate it when they stare too much, too much Got way back like, "How you doin', how you doin', hey bitch, how you doin'?" Never one to care for fake lo-ove You're fake as fuck, I should've known, should've known, should've fuckin' known Maybe I just care too much, too much Who are you, bitch? I don't know, I don't know, I don't fuckin' know (skrrt) From Letras Mania