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letra de ain't gon let up - d.g. yola

yea-yeah, n-gg-
yea-yeah(yola)
yea-yeah(you already know)
yea-yeah(self made)
yea-yeah(atl)
yea-yeah(all out)
yea-yeah

[verse 1:]
see i
don’t know
what y’all been told
but, i
gotta ke-keep me a big
bank roll
yes, a fat bag of dat sticky and some bad -ss hoes
so when i step out on the scene
suckers already know
start hatin’ (start hatin’)
start talkin’ ’bout my clothes
you see i’m pimped out, come try to knock me for my hoes
i’m a real n-gg-
so ain’t gone bottom, any goes
ain’t gone trick ’round with that b-tch
and i gone hang around my foes
i’m a get money, n-gg-
so f-ck it, i kick some doors
hit the blunt like the sun
and get rid of all the show
you can call me a don
cause of the way i flow
hey, i’m a good role model
just look at me as a pro
gangstas go to raise me
so it’s gutta til i die
til no suckers hate me
you can see it in they eyes
when i come around, they frown
dey wanna lay me down
but when i leave
them b-st-rds talk about me like a clown
but i don’t give a f-ck

[chorus: dg yola]
i ain’t gone give up (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
no, i ain’t gone let up (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
no, i ain’t gone shut up (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
and ain’t gone never let dem hataz get, to, me (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
oh no, no, no (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
they’ll never get, to, me (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
i ain’t gone let up (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
no, i ain’t gone shut up (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
no, i ain’t gone give up (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
and ain’t gone never let dem hataz (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
get, to, me (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
oh no, no, no (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
they’ll never get, to, me (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)
oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no (i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-)

[dg yola ad-libs]

[verse 2:]
i, just, don’t
give a f-ck
cause i’m all out with it
the game ain’t dirty, man, it just the n-gg-s in it
you can’t even wear a jersey
cause dey tryna peep ya tag
can’t smoke a blunt or kush
cause you ’round too many crabbs
n-gg-, get yourself together
go get your brain a bath
go to church
start listenin’, get on the right path
ya steady on, ya, steady wrong, ya, get it in or get gone
ya live fake, ya die fake
and that just the way it goes
i’m a gangsta yung n-gg-
so i keep my mouth closed
my eyes and ears open
so i can focus on the sh-t
around me
i know they gone down me
but all i wonder why in the f-ck would they come around me
i gotta stay down
i’m a shine like a light
stomp on all these c-ckaroaches
whether i’m wrong or if i’m right
n-gg-
hey, i get money
that somethin’ i like to do
you say motherf-ck me
naw, motherf-ck you!
and i don’t give a f-ck

[chorus]

[dg yola ad-libs]

- d g yola

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