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cumdaddies - daddies dont give a fuck lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, cumdaddies is back
packed with the raps to put you back on the map
you feel that? that’s a fat ass sack
the dopest dope, most potent smoke
where most would choke with a bloated throat
just one toke would cause a monster stroke
a bunch of white boys over+saturating the game
say we lame but we put your flows to shame
i ain’t a rapper, i just love to spit about stupid sh+t
so just suck my d+ck, you pr+ck
just l!ck me up and down my split
you’re rapping quick yet you aren’t fit
to even put a measuring stick up against me
not lame but the substance is crazy
we’re f+cked up, [?] so hate me
act so hard but yet you’re crying like a baby
working on a scamming idea to place me up among the greats in a matter of days see
starting up a beef between me and the daddies
[?] like a f+ggot, stinging hard like mad bees
like socrates, my philosophies come with ease
got you on your knees with your hands on my jeans
once you grab my meat, you can suck out the cheese
‘cause lyrically, you make a guilty plea

[chorus]
nah, no we don’t give a f+ck at all
and your opinions l!ck our b+lls
tired of all the talk
clocking the b+tches at the job
turn the party to a brawl
no, we don’t give a f+ck at all
[verse 2]
i came into the party to start sh+t then dip
punch a few b+tches, shatter faces with a fit
asking where’s the toilet, acting like i’m getting sick
go up to their sink and i leave a nasty sh+t
but before i split, i’ma knock a wh0re on the floor
i’ll do you one more by p+ssing on your sores
run down the stairs, make it sound like an earthquake
then the house shakes, ‘causing plates to break your face
trip on my own feet and flatten this b+tch, rebecca
then i got a b+n+r so i s+xually erect her
they call me the stinger so i put it in her r+ct+m
once i’m done, she’ll still be breathing i betcha

[chorus]
nah, no we don’t give a f+ck at all
and your opinions l!ck our b+lls
tired of all the talk
clocking the b+tches at the job
turn the party to a brawl
no, we don’t give a f+ck at all

[bridge]
uh, yeah, now let me hear it now
let’s bring it up higher
here we go now, one, two
three to the four
[chorus]
nah, no we don’t give a f+ck at all
and your opinions l!ck our b+lls
tired of all the talk
clocking the b+tches at the job
turn the party to a brawl
no, we don’t give a f+ck at all
no, we don’t give a f+ck at all

- cumdaddies lyrics

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