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letra de i don't care - ted the poet

(intro)
i don’t care
(squidward choking on a fork type beat, godd-mn!)
i don’t care
(this sh-t’s stupid, this sh-t’s f-cking–)
i don’t care
(i gotta go hard on this sh-t)
yeah, yeah!

(verse)
can’t n0body really tell me nothin’
told me to bust in her mouth, i came in her belly b-tton (woah!)
i mean, that was your first mouth in your mother’s pregnant stomach
and plus i’ve been eating nothing but pork and h-lla onions
you’re welcome (yeah!)
i ain’t always had no models
when i was down bad, a strong 2 could get her assh0l- gobbled (mmm!)
one was so ugly that i couldn’t keep it up
f-cked her good with the bottom of a tabasco bottle
and she couldn’t even tell
if i diеd now, they’d be putting me in hеll
it’s a good thing it’s a tale (yeah)
if i didn’t text back the eighth time
why would i wanna facetime?
b-tch, you should’ve took it as a l (huh?)
can you smell what i’m cookin’? (yeah, yeah)
cause i’m cookin’ what you smell
there’s the follow b-tton
help yourself, lol (uh!
do they call me daddy cause i whoop with leather belts?
or do they got daddy issues? sh-t it could be mental health
i don’t care
’cause i like that sh-t
that’s your girl? i remember when i piped that b-tch (yeah, yeah)
i don’t care
she say i’m savage
i ain’t even tryna deal with some light baggage (sh-t)
i don’t care
she got them white rapids
gotta dive in that p-ssy with a life jacket (d-mn)
spent about an hour in a blind panic
should’ve picked a safe word, but in sign language (yeah, yeah)

i don’t know what i was thinking
still sprayed her down with a gross amount of s-m-n (ugh!)
gotta hit the road, and now i’m speedin’ (yeah)
100 miles an hour down to 80 with a 40
call it slowing down my drinking (get ’em)
came into this world a little angel, but i’m going out a demon (ha)
these are bars i would’ve spit when i was snorting powdered key tips (ha)
some are gonna fall, but then the winner spring’s up
and his name is ted the poet, i’m never going out of season, b-tch
dope without a reason
spit so many punchlines back to back, ain’t even know my mouth was bleedin’ (d-mn!)
if y’all don’t want me holding out on y’all
then would you please stop holding out on me, then? (please!)
’cause if you don’t, i won’t get out the deep end
this is straight hip-hop, but don’t you doubt the screaming
it’s not for everyone, and i’m aware
but i got time to spare
so i’mma keep switching between genres
i hear you loud and clear, and i’m trying to care, but
i don’t care
’cause i like that sh-t
that’s your girl? i remember when i piped that b-tch (yeah, yeah)
i don’t care
she say i’m savage
i ain’t even tryna deal with some light baggage (sh-t)
i don’t care
she got them white rapids
gotta dive in that p-ssy with a life jacket (d-mn)
spent about an hour in a blind panic
should’ve picked a safe word, but in sign language (yeah, yeah)

- ted the poet

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