We Dont Give A Lyrics by Fabolous

We Dont Give A Lyrics

    sick mothafuckers!
    go head, throw up nigga
    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 FUCK!
    Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
    WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
    Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
    WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
    Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die
    WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!

    [Verse 2]
    I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
    I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
    Bitches 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 niggaz who supposed to be drama
    I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna
    Get head while I'll roast in a sawna
    F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that?
    And I hit the ? wit the scandals
    Cause its all bullshit 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 nigga, yea

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    I look at these brothers and laugh
    Jealous niggas dont hate havin, just others that have
    I still got love for the av.,
    Come through to give ya niggas 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
    Niggas is scared, to lose these hotties
    Talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill
    We dont give a fuck nigga
    Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
    If you live its luck nigga

    [Chorus]

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