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letra de wdgaf: a satire - connor reid

[verse]
getting up, getting up, getting up, getting up
run to the bank, then i pick it up, pick it up
molly, percocet, mask on when i hit it up
hit the ig, then i fl!ck it up, fl!ck it up
fl!ck it up, fl!ck it up, fl!ck it up, fl!ck it up
balmain jeans, bomber how i’m zipping up
if the money low, got to go and get it up
running out of breath so i
baby, i’m awesome
don’t like to take losses
on my kirk, i’m ‘stompin”
i’m robin, in gotham
like i’m undercover how i boss them
running at they pace
running at they pace
jogging like this ain’t a race
it’s a marathon, how i get it on
in my louboutins and my gucci belt
like i’m a don, like i’m a don, like

[hook]
we just don’t give a f-ck about sh-t, now, now
we just don’t give a f-ck about sh-t, hey, hey
we just don’t give a f-ck about sh-t, now, now
we just don’t give a f-ck about sh-t, hey, hey
we just don’t give a f-ck
we just don’t give a f-ck
we just don’t give a f-ck about sh-t
we just don’t give a f-ck
we just don’t give a f-ck
we just don’t give a f-ck about sh-t
we just don’t give a f-ck
we just don’t give a f-ck
we just don’t give a f-ck about sh-t
we just don’t give a f-ck
we just don’t give a f-ck
we just don’t give a f-ck about sh-t

- connor reid

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