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letra de give no fucks - babyface ray

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[intro: peezy]
you know me and my n-gg-s’ll f-ck the whole check off, the whole check
give no f-cks n-gg-
okay, cameron

[chorus: peezy]
twenty thousand on me cash, i don’t give no f-cks
got two hundred on the dash, i don’t give no f-cks
walk in, blow a bag, i don’t give no f-cks
leave the mall draggin’ bags, i don’t give no f-cks
i’ma shine, i’ma flex, i don’t give no f-cks
n-gg- say he f-cked my ex but i don’t give no f-cks
n-gg- said he up next, i don’t give no f-cks
hit the club, make a mess, i don’t give no f-cks

[verse 1: babyface ray]
talkin’ to the jeweler, need my chain made custom
i ain’t gotta be there for them boys to touch you
i don’t fall in love, b-tch, i wanna f-ck you
i got on-hand cash, i do what i want to
spin the ‘cat outside and ride it
told my cali plug he can only send exotic
candy on the audi look like patent leather products
call your plan triple, if you send him some, delight us
thinkin’ to myself, “d-mn, what would reek do?”
take ’em to virginia, turn around for three-two
she went through my phone, d-mn baby, be cool
i’d rather pull up with my sh-t than f-ck around with these fools
dolce on my t-shirt
don’t you know before the rap i got it out the streets first?
you gon’ have to take some risks if you wanna be turnt
chain on her neck while she blow me, you’d be hurt

[chorus: peezy]
twenty thousand on me cash, i don’t give no f-cks
got two hundred on the dash, i don’t give no f-cks
walk in, blow a bag, i don’t give no f-cks
leave the mall draggin’ bags, i don’t give no f-cks
i’ma shine, i’ma flex, i don’t give no f-cks
n-gg- say he f-cked my ex but i don’t give no f-cks
n-gg- said he up next, i don’t give no f-cks
hit the club, make a mess, i don’t give no f-cks

[verse 2: team eastside snoop]
givenchy tee cash, i ain’t swiped this sh-t
good p-ssy, good credit, i might wife this b-tch
cost me thirty thousand plain, still might ice this b-tch
i know you see me in that thing, i ain’t got no tint
run up a check, go spend it at lenox
sixty thousand on the kit and i’m still in the trenches
make it rain on your head ’cause these n-gg-s is b-tches
i got big dawg status, man, these n-gg-s is kittens
you want dough without the watch, go soup up a barbie
twenty thou’ on me cash, they like, “this n-gg- r-t-rded”
n-gg- sendin’ death threats but i’ma f-ck her regardless
n-gg-s be instagram capping, man, these n-gg-s is starving
thirty pointers in the pieces, ain’t no crusty -ss sh-t
rose gold skydweller, you know i bust that b-tch
you ain’t got a hundred bands, n-gg-, hush that sh-t
when the feds on your -ss, you can’t duck that sh-t, b-tch

[chorus: peezy]
twenty thousand on me cash, i don’t give no f-cks
got two hundred on the dash, i don’t give no f-cks
walk in, blow a bag, i don’t give no f-cks
leave the mall draggin’ bags, i don’t give no f-cks
i’ma shine, i’ma flex, i don’t give no f-cks
n-gg- say he f-cked my ex but i don’t give no f-cks
n-gg- said he up next but i don’t give no f-cks
hit the club, make a mess, i don’t give no f-cks

[verse 3: peezy]
hit the club, make a mess, pick the singles up
you ain’t got no money, get you some, me and my n-gg-s really up
downtown in h-llcats, n-gg-, wake the city up
drop a dub off to gary, told him i want all chunks
big face rollie, jeans cost an od
ballin’ like gin-bili, eatin’ like i bought some groceries
twenty racks on me, all twenties, can’t fold it
chain dancin’ off the sun ’cause i bought the b-tch from golden
standin’ in the booth, thousand dollar shoes
ballin’ like it’s ’88, drinkin’ 1942 (boy)
worth a half million, n-gg-, it’s just me and snoop
put us at a whole ticket when we bring the whole crew (ghetto boys)
you can’t name a b-tch we ain’t f-ckin’ in this whole city
thousand-eight grams for the rollie, that’s a whole chicken (whole bird)
choppin’ up some new ‘caine on some old dishes
you ain’t gotta worry how we get it, that ain’t your business

[outro: peezy]
i don’t give no f-cks
i don’t give no f-cks
i don’t give no f-cks
i don’t give no f-cks
blow a bag, i don’t give no f-cks
on the dash, i don’t give no f-cks
thousand on me cash, i don’t give no f-cks
’cause i don’t give no f-cks

- babyface ray

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