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letra de give no f*cks - crm (au)

[intro]
read all about it
give no f-cks, don’t give no f-cks
yeah, uh, (whitecrxw)
ahem!

[chorus]
they gon’ tell me how i’m trash and sh-t
but b-tch, i don’t give no f-cks
used to care ’bout what people say
now i walk ’round with middle fingers up
i admit it, my old sh-t was trash
but i changed my style, and switched it up
so let’s be clear, it’s gon’ be a long time
before i think ’bout givin’ up
they gon’ tell me how i’m trash and sh-t
but b-tch, i don’t give no f-cks
used to care ’bout what people say
now i walk ’round with middle fingers up
i admit it, my old sh-t was trash
but i changed my style, and switched it up
so now it’s my time to f-ckin’ shine
all you haters bettеr listen up
[verse 1]
i hear what they say on thе daily (what they say?)
they say that i turned my back
and all of the money and fame done changed me (no it ain’t)
they say that it won’t be long
before all of my day ones start to hate me (the f-ck?)
but i’ma prove all of you wrong, and when i do
i’ma walk ’round the streets screamin’ “f-ck you, pay me!”
never asked for a handout
now everybody got their f-ckin’ hand out
tired of bein’ in the f-ckin’ background
guess i’ma take the f-ckin’ back route
tired of haters wantin’ me to pull up
and when i do, they gon’ f-ckin’ back out
let me tell you, when i get on top of the game
i ain’t never comin’ back down
i’m ’bout to show you what terror is
real fear is the beat, when i’m tearin’ it
still here, what’s the narrative, blood scent in the air again
i’ve been huntin’ you arrogant haters, my tongue is a mini gun
spittin’ up, rippin’ guts
sendin’ ’em straight to a ditch after diggin’ up
zippin’ up body bags, pick up the pen and bust multiple times
like my d-ck after many months
i see your face when i’m speakin’
you can’t believe it, how do i weave it
how do i start to complete a sequence of letters
then lunge at a beat and start eatin’
yeah, my pen is a cleaver, send a heat seeker
it comes back at me, like i got a high fever
you know it’s the return of the reaper, lil’ b-tch
[chorus]
they gon’ tell me how i’m trash and sh-t
but b-tch, i don’t give no f-cks
used to care ’bout what people say
now i walk ’round with middle fingers up
i admit it, my old sh-t was trash
but i changed my style, and switched it up
so let’s be clear, it’s gon’ be a long time
before i think ’bout givin’ up
they gon’ tell me how i’m trash and sh-t
but b-tch, i don’t give no f-cks
used to care ’bout what people say
now i walk ’round with middle fingers up
i admit it, my old sh-t was trash
but i changed my style, and switched it up
so now it’s my time to f-ckin’ shine
all you haters better listen up

[verse 2]
can’t tell me how to live my life
they get jealous from my highlights
tryna stop me reachin’ my prime
i’m just keepin’ it real, why lie
this is just me goin’ through emotions
can’t keep a baddie on my side, i gotta focus
seems like they don’t wanna let me in
so i’ma kick the door wide open (boom!)
yeah, what’s up!
crm’s in the f-ckin’ building
i’m the one that y’all used to doubt
now the roles have started switchin’
man, y’all trippin’, you know i’ve been at the top of the game
since i dropped different
back when i had a vengeance
i keep askin’ “what’s your problem?”
and most of y’all don’t get it
yeah, i talk the loudest, my mouth is ’bout it
i just won this round, my thoughts surround us
yeah we scared, but the walk the proudest
all of yo dawgs can’t hound us
spit off these bars like shotgun clips
you oughta just bow out right now, b-tch
when these thunderclouds around
that means he’s out and found ya, yeah
[chorus]
they gon’ tell me how i’m trash and sh-t
but b-tch, i don’t give no f-cks
used to care ’bout what people say
now i walk ’round with middle fingers up
i admit it, my old sh-t was trash
but i changed my style, and switched it up
so now it’s my time to f-ckin’ shine
all you haters better listen up

- crm au

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