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Never give a fuck, like I'm celibate Never givin' up, never hesitant And you dead to me, I see skeletons I'ma turn this ho up, fuck the residents Never give a fuck, in my element Got these niggas shook, like they gelatin Walk into the room, I'm the elephant Watch 'em throw that ass back, Old Testament Booze here more, like sipping cider But they got brut, yeah I go Supersayan And I like hard facts, I don't do the chatter You know it's dark days I've been tryna make it out in one piece I don't trust, no they turning on me And I don't need no one to keep me on my feet, nah When there ain't foreign bidde or G Only thing that's dripping is your fucking sink, yah I've been hoping this wagu if it is beef Hit the omm to get a lil' peace When there ain't foreign bidde or G Only thing that's dripping is your fucking sink Fuck up the money The money, money, the money now They say they love they love me, but there's no love allowed Letras de cancionesI'm up two albums my nigga But look who's keeping count My momma watching, I promise I gotta make her proud I gotta get it I need it I'm on a money wave Real niggas know that you never say, how much money made A quarter mill is a milly just on a sunny day If I get tired, he got it we trapping on relay Prayers to the father that let me live And make amends for the dirt that I ever did I was a kid I wasn't kidding girl I never kid I made it outta the life in one piece I've been tryna make it out in one piece I don't trust, no they turning on me And I don't need no one to keep me on my feet, nah When there ain't foreign bidde or G Only thing that's dripping is your fucking sink, yah I've been hoping this wagu if it is beef Hit the omm to get a lil' peace When there ain't foreign bidde or G Only thing that's dripping is your fucking sink Dumb bitches going bowling The way they keep on rolling And that 42 you wanted? The homeboy G he owns it And when it rains it's pouring But money keep on flowing Got on my Ricky Owens I've been tryna make it out in one piece I don't trust, no they turning on me And I don't need no one to keep me on my feet, nah When there ain't foreign bidde or G Only thing that's dripping is your fucking sink, yah Yeah I like my green, no asparagus This is not my crew, this my heritage When there ain't foreign bidde or G Only thing that's dripping is your fucking sink From Letras Mania