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yfn lucci - give no fuck lyrics

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[intro: yfn lucci]
ayy, oh (it’s budda beats)
said yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ant chamberlain, that’s a hundred points)
oh, oh, oh, oh
huh, yeah, yeah, look

[chorus: yfn lucci & trouble]
twenty thousand on me, i don’t give no f#ck
might buy you whatever you want, she said she don’t give no f#ck
told her bring a buddy to the spot, she ain’t give no f#ck
the whole city know i’m hot, but i don’t give no f#ck (we don’t give a f#ck), yeah, yeah
in the club clutchin’, i don’t give no f#ck (i don’t give a f#ck)
booty club got these hoes bustin’, they don’t give no f#ck (i don’t give a f#ck)
uh, dually truck, i pull up muggin’, i don’t give a f#ck (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
my shooter don’t give no f#ck and i really don’t give a f#ck, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: yfn lucci & trouble]
they be like, “how the h#ll his draco got nuts?”
these n#ggas holdin’ my nuts (ayy), these b#tches all on my nuts (ayy)
my b#tch call, i’ma rush (skrrt), i be gettin’ all in her guts (tellin’ you)
i’m a big dog to a pup (uh), i just bullet#proofed my truck, yeah
if you ever see me in a rolls#royce, it’s the truck, huh
told that b#tch if she ever get my number, b#tch, i was drunk, huh
step away from my trunk, you one step away from gettin’ thumped (brrt)
i’m one step away from my ak, i got a 3#0 waitin’ in the pump (uh), uh
and i still tote it, i don’t give no f#ck (i don’t give a f#ck)
i let my youngins still hold it, they don’t give no f#ck
uh, got these white b#tches gettin’ loaded, they don’t give no f#cks
hit ’em on the dice, them thangs was loaded, i didn’t give no f#ck, huh (woo)

[chorus: yfn lucci & trouble]
twenty thousand on me, i don’t give no f#ck (yeah)
might buy you whatever you want, she said she don’t give no f#ck (what you need, lil’ baby?)
told her bring a buddy to the spot, she ain’t give no f#ck (oh, her too?)
the whole city know i’m hot, but i don’t give no f#ck, yeah, yeah
in the club clutchin’, i don’t give no f#ck (just don’t give a f#ck)
booty club got these hoes bustin’, they don’t give no f#ck (b#tch, i don’t give a f#ck)
uh, dually truck, i pull up muggin’, i don’t give a f#ck (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
my shooter don’t give no f#ck and i really don’t give a f#ck, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: trouble]
dually truck pullin’ up with the set, baby (we pullin’ up)
sent my pick with bricks to my bro#bro, i’m ’bout that check, baby
once you blow my socks, get mine off top, you keep the rest, baby (you keep the rest)
i’m up in it like bop, i get you popped, wanna get wet, baby (i get you wet)
i put a fifty up on your center like a n#gga playin’ ball (skrrt)
eastside n#gga tied to the west, b#tch, i’m just callin’ ball (skrrt)
i don’t give no f#ck about your life, n#gga, you ain’t real at all (f#ck ’em)
i grab that thirty out the spot, pills and all (let me get them tan)
i left my b#tch up in the spot, deal and all (ayy, lock the door, ho)
she wanna cross me, ain’t no question, k!ll and all (know you’ll die)
i start ballin’ when they start flexin’, still i’m tall (tellin’ y’all)
shot my sh#t up, shot back, he paralyzed, can’t feel at all

[chorus: yfn lucci & trouble]
twenty thousand on me, i don’t give no f#ck (and i ain’t give a f#ck ’bout it, true story)
might buy you whatever you want, she said she don’t give no f#ck (i ain’t give no f#ck)
told her bring a buddy to the spot, she ain’t give no f#ck (oh yeah)
the whole city know i’m hot, but i don’t give no f#ck, yeah, yeah (yeah)
in the club clutchin’, i don’t give no f#ck (just don’t give a f#ck)
booty club got these hoes bustin’, they don’t give no f#ck (b#tch, i don’t give no f#cks)
uh, dually truck, i pull up muggin’, i don’t give a f#ck (know when i pull up)
my shooter don’t give no f#ck and i really don’t give a f#ck, uh (don’t give no f#ck)

[verse 3: boosie badazz]
fifty grand in my hand, i ain’t playin’ and i don’t give a f#ck
40 glock sh#t, 2pac sh#t, b#tch, i hit ’em up
hundred on the watch, i’m out the ‘jects, i don’t give a f#ck
she tryna suck my d#ck for respect, she don’t give a f#ck
bust ’em up and run away, we had to put the beam on ’em
ran ’em down and stepped on ’em with alexander mcqueens on
12 inside your rolls, b#tch, i don’t give a lovely f#ck
you don’t need no clothes, b#tch, you comin’ here, you comin’ to f#ck
find a fifty, then i’m p#ssy
so if a n#gga say i’m p#ssy, he a memory
look at you and look at me, n#gga, i’m in the bentley truck
bandana on my head, big bread, don’t give a f#ck, boosie

[chorus: yfn lucci]
twenty thousand on me, i don’t give no f#ck
might buy you whatever you want, she said she don’t give no f#ck
told her bring a buddy to the spot, she ain’t give no f#ck
the whole city know i’m hot, but i don’t give no f#ck, yeah, yeah
in the club clutchin’, i don’t give no f#ck
booty club got these hoes bustin’, they don’t give no f#ck
uh, dually truck, i pull up muggin’, i don’t give a f#ck
my shooter don’t give no f#ck and i really don’t give a f#ck, uh

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