boosie badazz - i don't give a fuck lyrics
[intro]
it’s up, n-gg-
[pre-chorus]
yeah, you know me by name
you know me by name, you know me by gang gang
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
you know me by name (it’s up, n-gg-)
you know me by gang
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
[chorus]
you know i don’t give a f-ck
f-ck that n-gg-, put him up
we don’t give a f-ck
drag that ho and let her know
[verse 1]
f-ck that n-gg-, put him up, we bring that pressure pressure
four times to his face, teach that b-tch a lesson
four times for that southside, don’t let us catch you outside
club fights, dumb way, outside, gunplay
i walk and talk that dirty track at 2 am flizzat
fishing pole up on my back, this my new book sack
tear your swans in with that gat, i get so reckless
heard what happened to that boy, we some known steppers
f-ck that n-gg- and his partner, he’s a known rat
you roll with him so you a ho ’cause you condone that
let’s talk some facts, man, these n-gg-s ain’t playin’ it real no more
these n-gg-s can’t find you, they’ll k!ll your ho
stabbed my heart, cut my throat when they k!lled lil’ bro
now it’s poppin’ like popcorn, sh-t’s poppin’ like popcorn (it’s up, popcorn)
we so yard, stop playin’ ’cause we lay sh-t
this that southside death row planet of the apes sh-t
[chorus]
you know i don’t give a f-ck
f-ck that n-gg-, put him up
we don’t give a f-ck
drag that ho and let her know
you know i don’t give a f-ck
f-ck that n-gg-, put him up
we don’t give a f-ck
drag that ho and let her know
[verse 2]
b-tch, what? i’ll bust your -ss up (b-tch, what?)
i’ma take it, young n-gg-, and i’m ready to mask up
telly hankton on the street, i’m a don dada
bronxston say i’m ignorant, went got a gold chopper
i’m from that rouge, win or lose, we don’t fold, partner
owe me money, better pay me what you owe, partner
i don’t do no twitter fingers, i do trigger fingers
i’m a murder charge, n-gg-, you a misdemeanor
the da said i sent my murder victims to the cleaners
guess he said that ’bout them n-gg-s ’cause they was dirty dirty
say your prayers, grab your best, get your thirty, thirty
this ain’t the east or the west, this the dirty dirty
dirty dirty south, n-gg- ridin’ by your house
n-gg-s tryna get your bag, hope you down to take a loss
dawg, i hope you got your mask, ’cause these p-ssy n-gg-s talk
i’ll fight a charge again, i’m the motherf-ckin’ boss
lil’ n-gg-, knock him off
[chorus]
you know i don’t give a f-ck
f-ck that n-gg-, put him up
we don’t give a f-ck
drag that ho and let her know
you know i don’t give a f-ck
f-ck that n-gg-, put him up
we don’t give a f-ck
drag that ho and let her know
[outro]
whoop that b-tch and drag that ho to the wall
whoop that b-tch and drag that ho to the wall
you gotta whoop that b-tch
that n-gg- talkin’, punch that b-tch in his mouth
that n-gg- talkin’, punch that b-tch in his mouth
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