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- I don't really care anymore
- I don't really care anymore
- Like, what the fuck am I living for?
- What the fuck am I living for?
- I don't really care anymore
- I don't really care anymore
- Like, what the fuck am I living for?
- What the fuck am I living for?
- Bitch, was I ever yours? Got the dough but not no more
- Threw out my Yeezy's, bitch, out the door
- Now bitches wan' be me, these bitches whores
- And I'm live on TV, come fuckin' tune in
- Bitches love me and my damn music
- 'Cause we in Chicago, that's what we doin'
- And I know you want mo' though, bitch, move it, uh
- And we gon' start a movement, love the way you movin'
- Got me steady groovin', told that bitch to move it
- Bitches don't know where they going, where am I headed?
- Fucking wanna kill myself, Armageddon, uh uh
- Playing DCUO, playin' DCUO, bitch
- I cannot see any mo', I cannot see any mo', bitch
- And she wan' take me to shows, she wanna take me to shows, bitch
- I know they wantin' my soul, I know they wantin' my soul, bitch
- Yeah ah ah, no hard feelings, babygirl, I still love you
- Unfortunately I could never trust you
- Fortunately, baby, I'ma fuck you, I'ma touch you
- Fu fu fuckin' love you, girl, I loved you
- Wantin' me dead, I get the memo, hoes say I'm ghetto
- Cut me wit' stilettos, eyes yellow
- Like a damn fuckin' snake, you a snaky bitch, I can't take this shit
- Bitches can't face this shit, demons, I'm facin' 'em, yeah ah
- Feel the bass quick, bitches take shit
- And I just want all this dough, yeah, I'ma make it
- Told my mama, "Mama, I fuckin' made it"
- Sit back in the Bahamas sippin' lean, drugs I'm takin'
- Woah oh oh, this an experience, I'm bein' serious
- These hoes fear my shit, do you hear this shit?
- I could never fear no hoe other than my mama
- Got all this dough sippin' Vodka
- And I know you know you love the 'juana
- Bitch so damn cold, no, she don't wanna
- I'm with my bros, we in Ghana (Ghana, bitch!)
- Put your ass on hold, Sri Lanka, ayy
- And I know she wan' be Donna Troy
- Feel like Wondergirl, bitch, I'm not your toy
- Ever since I was a jit I didn't hang with kids
- All alone on the playground 'cause these hoes the fakest bitch, yeah ah
- And I know hoes gon' put up a banner
- She want my soul, she got no manners
- Bitch, I'm too cold, feel like Diana
- Feel like Wonder Woman, oh oh oh, Uganda
- Yeah, okay, bitch, fuck that bitch Amanda
- Flood my wrist, bitch, yeah, hoes go bananas
- I just want money, money, money, Nirvana
- Now they wan' fuck me, fuck me, panorama, woah oh
- I don't really care anymore
- I don't really care anymore
- Like, what the fuck am I living for?
- What the fuck am I living for?
- I don't really care anymore
- I don't really care anymore
- Like, what the fuck am I living for?
- What the fuck am I living for?
- Hoes like Stevie, Sia, can't see me
- Bitch wanting me dead, I know, it's easy to completely
- Lose your sense of self, remember Leafy?
- And I got the hat like I'm Luigi
- Money so damn green like it's Luigi
- Hoes be a whole damn new species
- Bitch, come see me, you so greasy
- Uh, she so meaty, woah, got me sleepy
- Yeah, left me uneasy, oh, bitch, you cheesy
- Love shit so cheesy, tell me where the cheese be, ah
- Jodeci, bitch, she so needy, let me see
- Money blue like Mr. Meeseeks
- I'm gettin' this dough, I feel like I'm Speedy
- Feel like I'm Artemis Crock, cuts so deeply, yeah
- And these hoes so greedy (they so greedy, ah ah)
- I know they want me, I loved you briefly
- Fuck this lil' treaty, my water Fiji
- Baby, come see me, baby, come meet me
- We gonna smoke trees, magic like Genie
- She in her bikini, fuck Sydney Sweeney
- Bitches fuck on me, please, she think I'm so dreamy
- I do that graffiti, can you see me? Or is you Stevie?
- Wonderful type shit, it leaves me queasy
- I can't fuckin' feel my face, money green like kiwi
- And bitch, I'll die today if it means you can't reach me, woah oh
- She freaky, she so freaky eaky
- And I pull up with a full black beanie
- Wanting me dead but I don't care, I'm peachy
- Bitch all in my bed, hoes got bed bugs
- I give my bitch love bites, we met up
- I got the Glock on me, you'll be dead soon
- And that's why I wish I never met you
- (Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
- Come fuck me at the Met Gala
- Bitch want me, hoes singin' ballads
- Fucking on these hoes, I got talent, woah oh oh oh
- And these hoes know I got gallons
- Of the damn lean, bitch, you're not valid
- And I sit on my throne in this palace
- Waitin' for true love, ah ah, Lone Borealis
- Bitch, I can't fuck with hoes, Tame Impala
- Bitch, fuck you hoes, amygdala, woah oh
- What do you want from me? Ayy
- Do you want my company? Ayy
- She in love with me, ayy ayy ayy
- She wan' fuck on me, she say, "Fuck with me"
- I tell her, "Cannot fuck with you" yet I'm in love with you
- These bitches face so punchable
- And I got dough, the dough so lovable
- I fuck the dough every night 'cause it's the only bitch I got
- Know these hoes wanna die so kill yourself and watch yourself rot
- I'ma be up in them skies soar like a sty a kite bitch, I think not
- And I know these hoes gon' lie, tell me why, she said, "Why you got the Glock?"
- I got the Glock on me at all times so I don't die
- You'll be mine one day, thru the grapevine
- Bitch, shit'll take time, I done made mine
- And I'ma make it to the top, ayy, even if it takes time
- I don't really care anymore
- I don't really care anymore
- Like, what the fuck am I living for?
- What the fuck am I living for?
- I don't really care anymore
- I don't really care anymore
- Like, what the fuck am I living for?
- What the fuck am I living for?
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