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$uicideboy$ - don't give a fuck (soul doubt rmx) lyrics

[intro]
bi-big los on the track boy

[verse 1: yung christ]
my hoe left me, don’t give a f-ck
car broke down, don’t give a f-ck
chillin’ with oddy, don’t give a f-ck
her head’s real sloppy, don’t give a f-ck
long as i f-ck, and catch my nut
maybe slip it in her b-tt, that’s a f-ck and duck
eating popeye’s, with some lemonade
not real sh-t, just minute maid
maybe go to h-ll for my sinning ways, but don’t give a f-ck
i’m livin’ life today
woke up at 8, donuts and grapes
eggs and steak on my dinner plate
call the crew like what it do? don’t give a f-ck tell me what’s the move
read the paper, watch the news
like i give a f-ck, but i play it smooth
got fired today, don’t give a f-ck
she feelin’ tired, she won’t let me f-ck
so i jerk my d-ck and think of bubble b-tts
don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 2: oddy nuff da $now leopard]
i don’t give a f-ck
but, i live it up
and i sip it up
and i sniff it up
and i lit it up
but, now i’m sick as f-ck
and i spilled the cup, but i l!cked it up
p-ssed out late, don’t give a f-ck
woke up late, don’t give a f-ck
in bed i stayed, don’t give a f-ck
forgot to bathe, don’t give a f-ck
my dirty ways, they come in waves
because some days i’m way too depressed to give a f-ck
i dress like i could give a f-ck
i been a duck, so don’t call
i ain’t picking up
$l!ck text me, “say, b-tch—get up!”
i text him back, “i’m twisted up”
he knows what that means
that means i’m not slackin’
i’m just twisted up
the sad thing is y’all give a f-ck
suck up the luck, b-tch
what the f-ck?
oddy nuff the mutt got his d-ck sucked by your sister’s b-tt
i’m mr. f-cked in the head
mr. f-cked your girl in your bed
no head, because your b-tch is dental
sick is the mental
now let me hear this motherf-cking beat go instrumental—

- uicideboy lyrics

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