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damu ridas - give a mad ass f*ck lyrics

what that mafia like n-gga
here i go again with that motherf-ckin’ take off
it’s yg pimp d with the motherf-ckin’ sawed off
b-tches get hauled off if they wanna sw-ng
i’m bickin’ back being bool with the mafia lanes
back in the house
flossin’ on them d’s
front back, side to side
b-i-tch please
f-ck the -lucky charms-, hit the 187
and we sendin’ all crab n-ggas to h-ll in
so peep this sh-t that i flow to you
i stomp out the -rice crispies-, now what you wanna do? (raymond ave crip)
not a motherf-ckin’ thing
b-tches all on my nuts
yg pimp d i gives a mad–ss f-ck
yg pimp d don’t give a mad–ss f-ck
since i don’t give a f-ck, then we don’t give a f-ck…
back on up, you know that sh-t ain’t over
i’m pickin’ these n-ggas like a four leaf clover
187 and i’m peelin’ rickets cap
i’m settin’ up shop and that’s a motherf-ckin’ fact
n-gga step to me and they get their -ss shot
by this young gangsta mack in a parking lot
now who can follow me, n-gga on the c-k
‘fore i can put a dime on these tiny crabs man
it ain’t no stoppin’ this sh-t when i’m on the let loose
i’m goin’ brazy, it ain’t a d-mn thing you can do
yg pimp d don’t give a mad–ss f-ck
since i don’t give a f-ck, then we don’t give a f-ck…
i’m ’bout to close shop n-gga
that’s the last verse
let’s put this punk n-ggas in the motherf-ckin’ he-rs-
now i got a gauge punk n-ggas run up
and i put on their -ss on the motherf-ckin’ stomp
it ain’t no stoppin’ this sh-t when the west side ride
n-ggas f-ck and slippin’ and be a victim of the homicide
you don’t even know what i’m thikin’ about
see 187, d-cks and nuts in your mouth
yg pimp d don’t give a mad–ss f-ck
since i don’t give a f-ck, then we don’t give a f-ck…
it’s the yg pimp d – and the braze a daze
back on your -ss with the motherf-ckin’ k
n-ggas step through us if you think then can get some’
i put n-ggas on they back then i gots to run
back to the tilt, gets some more sh-lls, givin’ crabs h-ll, this the d.l
k!ller og’s like evil, al and tone
hood, ????, bam, krow
even fool the don’t know put me on map
so i stay strap, bustin’ on a m-th-f-ckin’ cap
i have to shake the spot with the pocket full of rocks
it’s the b-funk n-gga, you know that’s what we like
crab n-ggas don’t even wanna scr-p with me
i’m peelin’ ricket caps back to the fat g
now what you wanna do?
i don’t even know, yg pimp d i thought i told ya so
yg pimp d don’t give a mad–ss f-ck
since i don’t give a f-ck, then we don’t give a f-ck…

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