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Текст (слова) песни: Fabolous - We Don`t Give A

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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