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fabolous - we don't give a fuck lyrics

sick motherf-ckers!
go head, throw up n-gg-
yea yea ok, i know you
i know, i know

[verse 1]
if you wanna have smaller digits
the kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit
every week, pay em all a visit
i bring pamela lee to the p’s so we all can dig it
i popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
o.k, i’ll rap a little faster
but do i really sound like i turned from a rapper to a pastor
i’m like you except i date supermodels
the cars that i drive, the state troopers follow
we get the same parties probably
my stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy
and i dont front for nothin’
i likes, i gets, i want for nothin’
i’m givin’ ya straight answers
and i’d rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer

[chorus]
say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk
we dont give a f-ck!
look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
we dont give a f-ck!
act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
we dont give a f-ck!
live how you wanna live, try if you wanna die
we dont give a f-ck!

[verse 2]
i just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
i’d be on the coast of tawanna
b-tches who look, close to madonna,
dosie cabanna, toast by a ?
i ‘posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in testaroastas upon ya
not the ? but i’m gonna, i keep toastin the armor
for n-gg-z who supposed to be drama
i mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna
get head while i’ll roast in a sauna
f-a-b-o-l-o-u-s, how can you hate that?
and i aint concerned wit the scandals
cause its all bullsh-t my attroneys can handle
ya insides be burnin like candles
rippin down posters, turnin’ the channels
you wanna end up on the ern on the mantle n-gg-, yea

[chorus]

[verse 3]
i look at these brothers and laugh
jealous n-gg-s dont hate havin, just others that have
i still got love for the av.,
come through to give ya n-gg-s girls baby mothers my math
i speak on others behalf, only hate makin money
and gotta give the government half
you know this brother live last
and not even mike seen jordans in the colors i have
i used to run from undercovers like shaft
that was until this young playa got shoved into the draft
now i’m covered in ice, like bruce lee’s body
n-gg-s is scared, to lose these hotties
talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill
we dont give a f-ck n-gg-
front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
if you live its luck n-gg-

[chorus]

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