letra de idgaf - dababy
[intro]
hook me up, 4
molly, molly, molly
try me, try me, try me
baby jesus
[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
that ain’t have nothing to do with me
a n-gg- can’t hurt me with words
couldn’t handle the pressure if you was me
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t really care about that talkin’
i don’t even f-ck with lil’ n-gg-s
i only kick it with bosses
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
[verse 1]
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard, n-gg-, come see me
n-gg- try me like a peewee, i’m ’bout to put that n-gg- on a t.v
put 10 on his b-tch in a foreign, his b-tch a goner, now she wanna meet me (skrrt)
can’t f-ck with a b-tch if she boring, bye-bye felicia, i like ’em freaky
i walk around with that blammer, i set this b-tch off but i’m not going to t him
i don’t get into that talking, you ’bout to have some problems with baby jesus
b-tch, i’m the life of the party, i’m p-ssing out liquor, we rolling up reefer
i done put everybody on a molly, woo, sweating like we got a fever
[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
that ain’t have nothing to do with me
a n-gg- can’t hurt me with words
couldn’t handle the pressure if you was me
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t really care about that talkin’
i don’t even f-ck with lil’ n-gg-s
i only kick it with bosses
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard
[verse 2]
please get that thing out my face
i ain’t rich homie and i am not thugger
that boy keep on talking crazy, i’ma f-ck his b-tch and i won’t use a rubber
don’t make me f-ck up your world, i’ll bust a nut in your girl, f-ck up your feelings
make that lil’ b-tch have my children, have your -ss ridin’ ’round wanting to k!ll me
that boy baby jesus, he so disrespectful
he half-way r-t-rded, you know that he special
you gon’ need a ladder to get on my level
run up on me and i’m sendin’ that metal
i do this sh-t on the regular
f-ck who you is, baby jesus ain’t scared of ya
i tote that glizzy and i keep it on me
try me, i’m shootin’ that b-tch like i’m kobe
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