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letra de i don't care - jjxon

[intro]
ay look, before we get into this i just wanted to say
you can let me know what you think about my music
but we in xonworld now so i don’t really care
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
jj on the beat
yeah yeah, yeah yeah (what, jj on the, what)
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
yeah yeah, yeah yeah (brrah)
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
yeah yeah, yeah yeah (brrah, brrah, i don’t really care bruh, i don’t care)
yeah yeah (ayy), yeah yeah (ayy)
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
i don’t give a f-ck, ay (what, nah, nah)
i don’t give a f-ck, ay (yo, what)
i don’t give a f-ck, ay (d-mn, nah, d-mn)
i don’t give a f-ck, ay (d-mn, what)
i don’t give a f-ck, ay (yeah, yeah)
i don’t give a f-ck, ay (ayy)
i don’t give a f-ck, ay (what, ayy)
i don’t give a f-ck, ay

[chorus]
i see ’em pop out with a couple of sticks
i whip out the branch and i’m hitting a l!ck
throw the beat on and bring it to the mix
knock out his lights with a couple of kicks
huh, you mad that i got all these bricks
and you can’t blow it down, you wolfie b-tch
lay pipe in my bricks with a couple of chicks
and we wrote a story about it, not no fl!cks (yeah, yeah)
[verse 1]
why i start to pop and all my peers start looking mad, whoa (what?)
it’s crazy they go nowhere, all they do is smoking gas, whoa
how i put it in her p-ssy and she still call me an assh0l-? (yeah)
i’ve got so many haters who’ve never had a grass stroll (let’s go, yeah)
they say my songs sucks but fantano’s got the yellow plaid, tho
don’t like incest so i tell her, “please don’t call me dad, hoe” (please don’t do that)
she said no but now she wanna go and she’s so mad, hoe (d-mn)
why the f-ck you mad hoe? why the f-ck you mad hoe?
your girl was talking ’bout you i can tell, yea she regret it (yeah)
i made all these beats and i won’t get my credit
but i’ll get blue faces like i had just bled it (ffft)
presidential on me, pull up on the senate (bah, bah, bah, bah)
knock out an opp and a couple lieutenants
pull up on shawty, and well you get it
pet it, wet it, skrr and forget it

[chorus]
i see ’em pop out with a couple of sticks
i whip out the branch and i’m hitting a l!ck
throw the beat on and bring it to the mix
knock out his lights with a couple of kicks
huh, you mad that i got all these bricks
and you can’t blow it down, you wolfie b-tch
lay pipe in my bricks with a couple of chicks
and we wrote a story about it, not no fl!cks
[verse 2]
wait (what?)
i’m feeling so breezy, yeah, all of a sudden
knock out opps like i’m breezy on a dozen women (ooh)
and i’m blowing up like i’m in london, woodman (yeah)
and i had to cook bars that my oven wouldn’t (yeah)
and i drew up a vid like my name was gooden (yeah)
and there’s stu work ahead, but i almost couldn’t rap a year ago
i never understood it (can’t)
pull off in bentley trucks, ayy (yeah)
this sh-t wasn’t luck, ayy
ignore us like they chuck but now they envy all our bucks, ayy (ffft)
this sh-t got me suck, ayy
this sh-t got me stuck, ayy (yeah)
they wanna give their insight, homie, i don’t give a f-ck, ayy (what, yeah)

[outro]
i don’t give a f-ck, ayy (yeah, yeah)
i don’t give a f-ck, ayy
i don’t give a f-ck, ayy
i don’t give a f-ck (yeah, yeah)
yeah
i just don’t
xonworld
(brrah)

- jjxon

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