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letra de idfiatok - ameer vann

[verse 1]
you don’t wanna mess with the southside boy
where them k!llers and the dealers sittin’ outside boy
show me to the store bring your house down boy
whip a nickel to a fifty like a real dope boy
tall white tee, no style n-ggas wanna be like me
real big shoes and them little ass jeans that you n-ggas fallin’ down when you runnin’ from police
crooked ass t–th
gold on the neck, old johnny for my piece
married to the lean, smokin’ on the trees
i can’t leave thе house do it only for a fee
money in my pockets still tryna gеt it free
gasoline but my tank on e
walkin’ with a limp ’cause the stick on me
runnin’ to the cops, you are not like me
talkin’ on the net, you are not like me

[chorus]
i don’t, i don’t give a f-ck
i say, “i don’t give a f-ck”
you can call me what you want
i say, “i don’t give a f-ck”
i don’t give a f-ck
i say, “i don’t give a f-ck”
you can call me what you want
i say, “i don’t give a f-ck”
[verse 2]
n-ggas talk sh-t ’cause they don’t like me
cold right now ’cause i’m so icy
n-ggas swear they jesus but i just might be
walkin’ on the water through the storm i see
“peace, be still” but ain’t no peace when you come around here
see i’m chillin’ at the store and they k!ll him right there
playin’ in the mud got you lil’ n-gga scared, locked up or dead
i don’t gotta write ’cause the voices in my head tell me what i’m finna say, every word i ever say
n-ggas g-ngb-ngin’ then they runnin’ to the feds
checkin’ into rehab never took my meds
real street n-gga puttin’ money on your head
i don’t got a friend ’cause like all my n-ggas dead
[?] roll the drank, took a silly n-gga bag
take ’em four pounds and i steal ’em right back

- ameer vann

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