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letra de idgaf - slim jesus

[intro]
(gang, gang, gang, gang)
that’s why i don’t give a f-ck
((?) f-ck up man)
i got lean in my cup
(pull up on the scene f-ck your b-tch)
bad b-tch try to f-ck
(couple bands in my pocket motherf-cker)
that’s why i don’t give a f-ck
(and i got lean in my cup)
i got gas in my blunt
i got lean in my cup
bad b-tch tryna f-ck

[hook]
i got gas in my blunt
i got lean in my cup
bad b-tch tryna f-ck
that’s why i don’t give a f-ck
i got gas in my blunt
i got lean in my cup
bad b-tch tryna f-ck
that’s why i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 1]
i got gas in my blunt, swisha full of og
i got loud in a bag, lil homie what you need?
i be gettin’ to the bands, b-tch i’m ’bout my currency
make a band off a juug every time my phone ring
if that f-ckboy try to rob, tell that f-ckboy come and see
keep a nine on my sock, run up wrong, let it sing
your girl call my phone, said she wanna f-ck with me
so that b-tch give me top, she don’t get sh-t for free
i don’t get paid for these hoes, spend a couple bands on me
now i’m flexin’ like a god while i’m smokin’ on og

[verse 2]
i got lean in my cup, drop a four in a crush
i ain’t sippin’ if it’s clean, double cup full of mud
off the drugs all day, i don’t really give a f-ck
if you really tryna rob, f-ckboy run up try your lock
bad b-tch say she smoke so i let her hit the gas
smokin’ dope, sippin’ lean, and b-tch you know i’m countin’ cash
last time i hit the mall, dropped a band on some tags
and now i’m fly as f-ck like it’s the first day of cl-ss
bad b-tch -ss fat and it hang out her shorts
she just wanna f-ck with me cause i’m ballin’ off the court
swish

[interlude]
that’s why i f-cked your b-tch lil b-tch
i tell your b-tch to roll my blunt b-tch

[outro]
i got lean in my cup
bad b-tch tryna f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck
gas in my blunt
lean in my cup
b-tch tryna f-ck
that’s why i don’t give a f-ck

- slim jesus

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