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letra de i don't care - scum (usa)

[chorus: scum & big rizz]
yo i f-cking lost it, really f-cking lost it
molotov c-cktail in my hand i lit it then i tossed it
through your f-cking window and i barricade the door
walked into a classroom dumping, bodies hit the floor
i don’t f-cking care, i don’t care
i don’t care, i don’t care
i don’t care, motherf-cker i don’t care
i don’t care, i don’t care
motherf-cker i don’t care, i could give a f-ck about you
i don’t care anymore
[verse 1: scum & big rizz]
get back motherf-cker you don’t wanna die today
from a slug to your mug or a spray from the k
from a shank to your gut or ice pick to your eye
so don’t get in my grill and you won’t have to die
i don’t care about a motherf-cker, no nothing
why you always looking at me like i’m still something? (agh)
i don’t really givе a f-ck yo
spitting to a b-tch with the cocaine powder nosе
i just laugh at your death cause i’m cold like some ice
and the friends want a ride, you don’t gotta ask twice
till they block out the glock there they go, so i bust
better dead from my lead than alive hunting us
pulling out the chrome on two undercover cops
situation getting scary looking at the clock
i don’t really care motherf-cker time to do it
k!lling pigs and babies, nothing to it

[chorus: scum & big rizz]
yo i f-cking lost it, really f-cking lost it
molotov c-cktail in my hand i lit it then i tossed it
through your f-cking window and i barricade the door
walked into a classroom dumping, bodies hit the floor
i don’t f-cking care, i don’t care
i don’t care, i don’t care
i don’t care, motherf-cker i don’t care
i don’t care, i don’t care
motherf-cker i don’t care, i could give a f-ck about you
i don’t care anymore
[verse 2: scum & big rizz]
once again feel the pain as i dig for your brain with the corkscrew i jammed in your ear
dead alive you can strive but you will not survive since i got you it’s clear death is near
homie freaking out, time to flip that switch
domestic f-cking violence i ain’t afraid to hit a b-tch
the hoe’s wrapped up buried in my backyard
digging her back up when my d-ck gets hard
razor blade to yo face, you can scream, i don’t care, pour some bleach everywhere that i cut you
pop your eyes, love your cries and the look of surprise on your face as i suddenly gut you
two .45s stashed under the front seat
one dead hooker and a half pound of weed
we the sick f-cks you don’t ever get close to
k!lling motherf-ckers every day cause we supposed to

- scum usa

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