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letra de foul - van buren records

[verse 1: luke bar$]
wake in the morning, i gotta go get it
my palms keep on itching, there’s roach in the kitchen
i hate how i’m living, it f-cked up my mental
can’t talk to a n-gga, vent on instrumentals
i gotta get it, my mom need a bentley, my dad need a bentley
you reach for my pockets we pop at your belly
i seen a n-gga get all of the money
but never did once did i ever get jealous
i put my head down and put bands together, you see how i’m coming
i want n-ggas dead
he talkin’ too much, i took that as a threat
i ain’t reasonable, i’m like what jesus do?
i can just pray for you, i can just spray for you
that b-tch a snake, girl, you know i can’t lay with you
i want a frеak b-tch that move like how megan do
i еat the p-ssy, it taste like how mangos do
callin’ me papi and i ain’t even tell her to
seem like the money make n-ggas more scared of you
first they gon’ envy you, then they all proud of you, then they gon’ envy you
i seen this story go ’round like a hula hoop
come to my city, you’ll see what we do to you
he only fifteen, he walk with a 22
ain’t no one talk ’bout it like this sh-t usual
[chorus]
we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck

[verse 2: meech bold]
uh
f-ck all that timid sh-t, homie, i’m swingin’ quick
build up some muscle
i ain’t gon’ tussle with none of you suckers
you sleeping ’til noon
bursting your bubble, you dry like a prune
them n-ggas is coons, black when it’s june
show ’em the rules, we break ’em
show me who lost, we’ll save them
head on the pavement, history x him
we don’t respect him
music get lost, we highly effective
e on his pager, he been the enforcer
f-ck being cordial, want me a tour bus
start givin’ orders, cool
keep switchin’ sides like an audible
you can’t compare to our artist, fool
look at the charts, i see all this bull
a lot of y’all don’t get involved with truth
the tommy got power, bodies gon’ drop
pass me the henny, my liquor on rocks
if sheed bringin’ ten of them, five are gon’ flock
meech is a magnant, her body count risin’
never content, you likin’ the bench
you talk like a b-tch, she feeling on meech
one hand on my—, my tongue on her—
motherf-cker
[chorus]
we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck

[verse 3: jiles]
got problems with n-ggas, address ’em
my b-tch is so gangster, don’t f-ck with no dresses
flashing red dots like we leaving a message
my mans is a crash, doubt he makes it to heaven
n-ggasdon’t know what the kid like
bare-face shootings in the daylight
do jail calls, i don’t send kites
bend the b-tch forward like i said hike
n-ggas don’t know what you talkin’ ’bout
slide in dms, now it’s in her mouth
me and your b-tch, we in dumpling house
want me to sign, i need a big amount
figure out, the gang all homies
n-gga, you’s a one-trick pony
still f-ck officer mosley
geeker in the hall and he od’d
tint my b-tch whip, feel like jody
i’m not a baby boy, i am a big dog
spent five bands in bergdof
don’t ask price, that’s a turn-off
she comes with baggage like goyard
but rides d-ck like go-karts
i mix stone island sweats with a-cold-wall
i’m just talking my sh-t, i’m just thuggin’ that sh-t
put some bass in your voice, you sound like a b-tch
you little-ass n-gga, little-ass n-gga
you ugly in the face and your mama don’t love you
don’t get no p-ssy, i don’t got nothing for you
i spent two bands on chrome heart denim
this sh-t too easy, you ain’t on my level
back when n-ggas sold stones like pebbles
you was fake tough, you was acting like a rebel
whole hood had dog food like kennels
sh-t had a bad bite, something like dentals
i was in the hood, sit back and peep game
we pressing n-ggas, ain’t giving no leeway
if i don’t hear vb, we jumping your dj
your sh-t is trash, ain’t got no replay
[chorus]
we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck

[verse 4: felix]
moment of silence, what’s up with you? yalla
i’m standing lil’ tall like a capital letter
if it’s some botter, i’m coppin’
the process was long, but i’m here and i’m after whoever
do me a solid, don’t bring up no negative energy, shorty, as long as you ’round us
i want the spinach, the broccoli, lettuce
wake up and murder bravado the denim
top of the mornin’, pourin’ a rum and a soda
when i’m off a crumb like i’m bori
she in a mode, tryna get all our number
while me and lyor playin’ ring’ round the rollie
i’m a contender
plotting that ’92 benz, let’s ride through the valley together
give me the medal
they think that they talkin’ that heavy, but really they light as a feather
i was a jit up in florida
wanna be wealthy and my cousin rockin’ girbauds
up in my city ’round n-ggas with sticks
some ice all around me, i feel like a goalie
make a decision, might head to the crib if i’m feeling
yo, felix, it’s five in the morning
rollin’ exotic and she wanna act like a zombie
okay, you can climb all up on me
is you up with me?
sh-t turn around and got sticky and you doin’ nothin’ about it
that sh-t just hit me
roll up an eighth and a meegi, i feel like garnett in the garden
something about him
n-gga ain’t movin’ the loudest, but n-ggas is knowin’ he got it
triple the product
you can’t get rid me, nada
suddenly, sh-t is aligning (suddenly)

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- van buren records

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