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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]

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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