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sunshine christo & hank chill - idgaflb lyrics

[chorus: lil rainbo]
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch

[verse 1: lil rainbo]
b+tch i will see you in court
off of them drugs, you a wh0re
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
yeah hop on the side of my door
why your p+ssy smelling like fish
i’m getting high in the b+tch
shoutout the ultra gang
i put a shield on my d+ck and i told her to kiss
i don’t like phone calls, you ain’t no draws
i’m getting no bar
the guy that you’re f+cking, i’ll cut off his legs
and i’ll go shoot his head and his nose off
remember when you asked me to pay for that nose job
i’m tryna stay in my lane but i’m going insane
trying to dodge all these cops
i don’t know where we go from here
got a couple b+tches on my phone but they’re weird
and i’m weirder so i don’t give a f+ck
bruh, put the gun down, put the gun down
you ain’t gotta do it, you ain’t gotta do it
ay, f+ck, ay, f+ck twelve
i’m out
[chorus: lil rainbo]
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch

[verse 2: hank chill]
you stupid f+cking b+tch
get up out my face before i hit you with this clip
i’m a dirty motherf+cker and i’m grinding in this sh+t
yeah i grow my f+cking wings and i be flying out this b+tch
and i got diamonds on my wrist
i’ll send them flying cross your lips
talking sh+t but i don’t care, i put that nine up to your neck
hank and rainbo, yeah we don’t give a f+ck
b+tch try to say something, i’ll f+ck that hoe up
i don’t f+ck with b+tches like an incel
shut up b+tch, you can go to h+ll
hope you don’t get well, hope you don’t get well
you ain’t got sh+t to say to me, b+tch f+ck the intel
i’m a dirty motherf+cker and i’m grinding in this sh+t
yeah i’ll put you in the water like an island in this b+tch
yeah i eat these b+tches up, i’m crocodiling in this b+tch
b+tch i knock the f+cking walls in like a pile of f+cking bricks
[chorus: lil rainbo]
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch

[verse 3: hank chill]
you saying something, i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
you need some money, i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
you think it’s funny huh, i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
you running from me huh, i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
you saying something, i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
you need some money, i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
you think it’s funny huh, i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch
you running from me huh, i don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch

[verse 4: sunshine christo]
i just cheated on my girlfriend and i’d do that sh+t again
she told me that she loves me, but i think i love her friend
she asked me about her feelings, i told her they’re irrelevant
i just f+cked once and i’ma f+ck again (sorry mom)
she just cried once and she’s gonna cry again
she asked if she can rely on me, and i said it depends (no)
she asked if she can be my girlfriend, i answered only on the weekends yeah
she sent her whole hate army on my mentions, but it’s all okay cause i don’t read them yeah
[bridge: sunshine christo]
yo rainbo, yo rainbo, i think the song’s done now, we’re good

[verse 5: sunshine christo]
sike n+gga, you would’ve thought
i don’t give no thoughts to no thots
i uberpool that b+tch then i ride off in my car
higher than the moon yeah i can see the stars
all my fits newer all your sh+ts goober
i make my own sh+t, that’s why you’re still a youtuber yeah
b+tch i’m mad stupid, i failed all my tests
i’m r+t+rded yeah, but i’m better than the rest
didn’t return my chromebook, yeah i finessed

[verse 6: bambi]
bambi why you gotta do em’ like that
glock 17, that’s a brand new gat
hit from the back but i don’t eat cat
just dropped a rack, that’s a prada bag
crushing songs, i got that swag
i’m so toxic, hoes are mad
30 round extended mag, i k!ll that p+ssy, body bag
dming h+lla e+girls cause i’m tryna see their feet yeah
my rolly so icy, i got fined by the league
got a glock 17 that’ll make you f+cking bleed
and your b+tch send me texts that i’m never gonna read
bambi jersey shore, out here balling like i’m pauly d
i think i need a baseball bat to keep these b+tches off me
running through goth girls like warped tour in 03
tryna rap with goth money, black kray needs to sign me
popped some xans, forgot the color
all my diamonds wet like water
i might disrespect your daughter
sh+tty face, girl where’s your father
bambi vans, i’m off the wall
f+ck these wh0res i hate them all
pop another adderall like i love cocaine bathroom stall

- sunshine christo hank chill lyrics

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