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rama – no fucks to give lyrics

verse 1

i talk life, disappear into another world
i like you… why the f-ck i’m with another girl?
my thoughts are tattooed that’s why i act rude
you think you know but you really got no clue
i woke up without a phone n my cash gone
i’m layin next to a girl in a black thong
but here i go sip a 40 in the mornin’
cause i could really give a f-ck where i’m goin’
i grab a bud, gotta blunt to light
i got a beer to drink, i’m havin’ fun tonight
sh-t… might as well cause i’m back & buck now
and h-ll yea i’m gonna black the f-ck out
i got a case of busch light ‘n’ some keystone
i’m broke as h-ll, that’s the only sh-t i’m bringing home
i’m layin’ back smokin’ joints in my bas-m-nt
everyday same sh-t, nothin’ ever changin’
i gotta live that’s why i got outta bed, right?
we’ll get the party goin’ harder than a lead pipe
so put the bottle up straight to ya dome
i’m a f-ckin’ role model you can try this at home

hook

cause i got, no, clue where i’m goin’
i’m still drunk at 8 in the mornin’
and i don’t know what i’m gonna do
but i live this way, so what’s up with you
and i got, no, clue where i’m goin’
i’m f-cked up at 8 in the mornin’
oh no i ain’t turnin’ back
cause i got no f-cks to give, and that’s that

verse 2

guess whose back in the mothaf-ckin’, game
f-cked ya girl i don’t even know her, name
but don’t be mad imma low life bad boy
so get off my nuts ya little f-g boy
there was a time as a matter of fact…
i was lookin for a job but what happened to that?
and what’s up with all these girls never callin’ me back?
i’m like sh-t… what the f-ck yo i’m not that bad!
but i started off in cl-ss then i took it out my schedule
dropped outta school cause it got my feelin’ dreadful
i gotta find another way to make a dollar bill
it’s like i’m runnin’ but i’m goin up a f-ckin hill.
while everybody tryna get a degree…
i’m sittin’ back, think of life, i’m just livin’ it free
i used to be a cool kid up in college
… woops, i f-cked that up… i’m feelin’ childish

(repeat hook)

verse 3

i’m laid back, no shirt, wit’ a fitted cap
pierced up, tattoos, take a look at that
so holler at me if you tryna get messed up
n f-ck a fancy drink, i’ll take a red cup
here we go clap, clap, when the beat hit
don’t stop, get it, get it, rock like you need it
stop the beat got somethin’ to say
white boy witta att-tude, y’all betta make way

(repeat hook)

- rama lyrics

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