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Chachi's Revenge

Problem

The Separation

11.06.2013

67

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Intro] League of Stars I don’t give a fuck about you, though… Di-D-D-Di Di-Diamond Lane [Verse 1] My baby mamas say I wasn’t shit, and at first I used to believe ‘em Now they on my dick, ’cause a young nigga out here eatin’ Every time I hop in my whip, I light one of my pre-rolls At gettin’ gwap, I’m Gucci, without the ice cream cone Sticking to that G-Code, I take a shot then reload Only fuck with my street folk ’cause these rap niggas too emo Forever on my grind, yeah, my five kids, they need clothes Pump bucking at fake fucks ’cause like pimps they need hoes Blaow! Bloaw! Oh my lord – my ho and my chain gold Life be my bitch and that ho move when I say so Good in my ‘hood, yeah, I play the block like Lego Real goons on my payroll – I save money, you save hoes Mountain high, I Range Rove, to the top on you niggas If this was ’09 I would’ve been socking on niggas Fuck that, rather profit on niggas – toe tag every beat Louis give me Oh yeah I’m a problem, oh mama, no condoms We’re yelling out “fuck all you pussies” [Hook] I don’t give a fuck about you, though… I don’t give a fuck about you, though We ain’t never struggle together We ain’t made no money together… I don’t give a fuck about you, though… I don’t give a fuck about you, though… So go that way, hoe… [Verse 2] They mad I made it, that’s why I be smiling so much I’m killing these niggas, but damn it’s some bitches I’m dying to fuck 100 on records, these rappers is pussies, be lying too much Approach and then pop ‘em, my boy, I ain’t really with iron too much Try your luck – better be bad, bruh You’ll lose that breath, no asthma Keep a bitch coming like cash, huh? Money ain’t funny, no laughter It’s coming from my sides, nigga It’s all winners ’round me… In a room full of pussies, all I see is dinners ’round me Well I eat ‘em up – YSL Centre, Adida’d up You hug that bitch, you luh that bitch I only call that ho when I need to fuck Got another ‘cycle, I just filled it up An another one I don’t event tough My goonies on you, I’d better warn you boy Quack! Quack! You might need to duck [Outro] I don’t give a fuck about you, though… I don’t give a fuck about you, though We ain’t never struggle together We ain’t made no money together… I don’t give a fuck about you, though… I don’t give a fuck about you, though… I don’t give a fuck about you, though… I don’t give a fuck about you, though… So go that way, hoe…
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