I Don't Give a Fuck

Chorus (Nature and Woman) W: I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends N: I don't give a fuck about your Man boo W: I don't give a fuck about your friends N: and your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you N: I don't even know why you page me W: I don't even know if I can trust you N: Yo, is you jumpin' it off? W: is you jumpin' it off? N: If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you Verse 1: I got a whole 'lotta problems that I gotta resolve Like 4 in the mornin' I get anonymous calls They let it ring once, they let it ring twice Damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain't right Cussin' like a sailor, fuckin' in trailors Photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer Shouldn't have did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo Now you forgettin' exactly how many niggas you did it too Cut you off, shit's critical, gimme my space I admit, I was the one that made the silly mistakes The Fifty state roamer Had to throw the fake on her Heavyweight, ringside seats in Nate's corner Wait for her, it might take days But back home's where the fight takes place Punches and scratches Headlocks and hatchets Screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin' Comin' at ya, whats up with that shit? Chorus Verse 2: Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse Engagement, marriage, then divorce Devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts Secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go Let her know who the fuck she wit' Like any Man unless he's whipped A messy script leads to domestic disputes All your friends gettin' caught in our beef cause they thought it was Cute Dressin' in suits, I used to get you from work Checked your feelings, even flipped on you first Stripped down your purse One night I found your phonebook Hidin' spots, look in all the places you thought I won't look Never said shit, but dead shit immediate Ripped out the numbers that I needed to rip Heated quick, did what I had to do Sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my eyes and quickly Caught this attitude Chorus Verse 3: Some nights you might talk in your sleep, pig Latin Drunk, the next mornin' actin' like I didn't happen Should I cheat? give me reasonable doubt Is the next Man trickin' on you? huh? is he eatin' you out? You're poppin' up with mysterious gifts When I ask you just laugh, brushin' off the seriousness There's nothin' worse than a curious bitch With some nosey friends Six deep in a old BM Pushin' it to the limit Ripped up seats with cushion in it Change on the rug She give brains to all the thugs While she drives, somethin' called dangerous love Got a airbag on both sides, no lie Doin' shit the average hoes don't try Wanna know why I'll never leave you? You're intelligent, young, and evil The definition of a real bitch, some'll G you Come and see you like "Next!" Right after their ex Chorus 'till fade