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LOVE. by MercerMars
- And I don't give a fuck about love
- I be on that private jet
- Like, I don't give a fuck
- Like, you know I just want the checks
- I don't really show no love
- I just want you wet, uh
- And I don't give a fuckin' fuck about love
- So you can fuck off, you know what's next, uh
- I'ma party 'til we're all dead, yeah, you bitches bald, got bald heads
- And I said it wasn't your fault, yes, but I lied, baby, I'm seein' all red
- Uh, these niggas fake, bitch, I'm gone, dead
- Niggas in my face tryna play games, you get assaulted
- Shoot a bitch nigga up, hoes I ain't involved with
- Bitch, you salty, yeah, you're salted
- My heart frosty, uh, it's frosted
- Bitches fake, uh, yeah, they're haunted
- Why the fuck you niggas tauntin'?
- Left my mama so exhausted (exhausted, ayy)
- I don't think this is what you wanted, ayy
- Niggas fucked up, I feel like Captain Spaulding
- Got all this dough, lil' nigga feel insulted
- And I could care less, bitch, I'm so damn morbid
- You motherfuckers forever gon' be lyin' dormant
- I don't really trust niggas, they're unimportant
- I don't really fuck with niggas, they're so fuckin' boring
- I really said I loved you, kinda did, but not anymore, bitch
- These motherfuckers say my views be so distorted
- I think I'm so far gone I can't even see the distortion
- Baby, we're all so gone, we're high as fuck, recordin'
- Recordin' all these songs, yeah, writin' lyrics that are horrid
- I don't know why they hate on me, we bringin' reinforcements
- She said, "Baby, don't force it" Work dat shit like Gordon
- Bitch niggas want my fortunes, my portions
- These hoes blew the whole situation out of proportion
- Okay, nigga, I wanna get rich, so I'll sell my organs
- She's on my dick, yeah, she playin' with forces
- That she do not understand, feel like I'm Dexter Morgan
- I kill all these niggas, drill all these niggas, distortin'
- Hoes want my endorsement, fucked that bitch then left, my views morphin'
- I see motherfuckers, all of 'em transformin'
- Into demons, yeah, they demons, they contortin'
- I'm with my G's and with gods I barely believe in, whatever, hoe
- And now that bitch, she divorcin'
- I just pulled up with a cooler kit, we brought the Porsche in
- Why the fuck he talking shit when he don't mean it?
- I know niggas wanna act cool and say shit they don't believe in
- Okay, hoe, get the money, don't play, no
- Red eyes like volcano, he turned that bitch gay, now she a rainbow
- I don't care what no bitch say, she do what I say so
- And these hoes, they don't get laid, windy, tornado
- Like, why the fuck is your bitch fake? She tryna take flows
- Tryna take my cadance, yeah, we in San Diego
- Fuck that fake shit, I get the dough, on the payroll
- Bitch fucking up everythang she touch, I go solo
- We cannot be a trio, yeah, she up in SoHo
- Think I might die soon if I don't stop the drugs, yeah
- Baby, I'm starin' at the moon, tryna not call up my plug, yeah
- Niggas know they're bad too, black holes in my eyes, I'm fucked, yeah
- And I didn't wanna ask you 'cause I knew it'd suck, yeah
- It'd suck, yeah
- And I don't give a fuck about love
- I be on that private jet
- Like, I don't give a fuck
- Like, you know I just want the checks
- I don't really show no love
- I just want you wet, uh
- And I don't give a fuckin' fuck about love
- So you can fuck off, you know what's next, uh
- Okay, bitch, I'm the owner, laughin' so much, feel like the Joker
- Get high all the time so I'm never really sober
- My mama said if I don't stop then my life might be over
- But I'm fuckin' addicted, baby, hop up in the Rover
- We gon' fuck in the Rover, we both chainsmokers
- I told her that I barely even know her, barely even know her
- She don't wanna let go, she always wears that choker
- And I'm so fucked up I keep invitin' her over
- She's toxic as fuck, but I still bring her closer
- And she makes my self esteem go lower
- But I can't help myself, we met in October
- Fuck them other niggas you with, my mama say I'm bipolar
- Uh, the weed, you can smell the odor (it stank, hoe!)
- I know bitches mad as fuck, lost they damn composure
- And they sad as fuck, fuck that whistleblower
- Baby, I'm glad as fuck, that I let you over
- Uh, uh, them hoes can't handle the exposure
- I'm in my habitat, bitch, I'm in my enclosure
- And you mad mad mad 'cause you're mediocre
- And I'm in my bag, Glock toter, reloader
- Ayy ayy, you look ugly, you's an ogre
- I just fucked your mom, she says I owe her (uh, yeah)
- We gon' smoke the weed, your mom gave me a boner
- We be smokin' trees, we be eliminatin' the posers
- Why you posin'? Bitch, you know you're posin'
- I'm all fucked up with my emotions
- Mama say I'm emotional I think I'm just broken
- You always say you know it all, but you don't really know shit
- No, you do not know this, stop actin' like you know it
- 'Cause you don't know shit, thought I wouldn't notice
- Well, baby, I done noticed (ayy ayy ayy, nigga)
- I just pulled up with a nigga, he's chokin'
- Uh, fucking rest in peace his ass, my demons have awoken
- I'm a fuckin' beast, you should know this
- Uh, fuck world and peace, on my Howlett shit, no Logan
- Feel like Deadpool, I can never die, bitch
- These niggas in my face, I know they're lyin'
- I see it in your eyes, so why you hidin'?
- Baby, tell me the truth, do not deny it
- We was kissin' in the booth, she said she liked it
- Nigga, who is you? You were not invited
- Bitch thinkin' he's cool and so excitin'
- Unfortunately hoe, none of us are excited (none, none, none)
- Fake niggas think they can walk in uninvited
- We gon' shoot them up and stab 'em with a trident
- Okay, bitch, we drown your ass on some type shit
- He was tryna fuckin' take my bitch (take my bitch, hoe)
- And that bitch know I'm golden just like Midas, ooh
- Tell me what you want and I will buy it, ayy
- Tell me what you need and I will find it, ooh
- Niggas, they always lying, always denying
- I just walked in with the stick, lookin' for hoes to shoot at
- I thought, uh, thought that you knew that
- Mama askin' me, "Why the fuck did you do that?"
- Uh, that's too bad, too sad, uh
- That's too bad, too sad, too bad, too sad
- Too bad, too sad, uh, and the coupe's black
- Baby know you bad, I just wanna make you mad
- Make you cry, make you sad
- I just walked in with 2 bags, that nigga only got 2 racks
- Fucking on his bitch, that's too bad
- Money on me, where the coupe at?
- Fuck niggas wan' be me, that's too sad
- I just walked in with my G's, it's true that
- I shoot at niggas and they families, but who's that?
- Thought we already went through that
- Screw that, won't even try to pursue that
- You're so fake and we already knew that
- We just didn't say shit 'cause we didn't wanna make you sad
- And now it's time to tell the truth, baby
- You're a fake ass bitch, and you're crazy
- And I don't give a fuck about love
- I be on that private jet
- Like, I don't give a fuck
- Like, you know I just want the checks
- I don't really show no love
- I just want you wet, uh
- And I don't give a fuckin' fuck about love
- So you can fuck off, you know what's next, uh
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