That try to chase these skirts
I dont care how many words,
With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there
U gone close yah eyes/ n imam be standing there/ i know that's just not far/ but ion really care/
Would u give me care if i came to u bloody?
We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
I never crack i got that chap stick
I dont care if this is private or public
Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there
You and your brother got dreams?i dont care
U say u fuck with me i dont fuck u
Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh
I dont care about your feelings but are you hurt
Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort
Dont care about how much monopoly money u stash
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
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