Lyrics:
jeans
I was just posted with all of my partners
Smoking no chronic, we stacking them G's
I don't get fucked by no niggas that's hating
I live what I
and ever
Fucking fantastic, fuck if you agree, I'm bright
But I don't give a fuck if you see me
[Chorus]
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh
Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr
the Joker, Tunechi
No, I can't be your Batman 'cause I be robbin' (remix, baby, 'cause I be robbin')
I don't want no lap dance, bitch, give me noggin
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
give a fuck
You talk I'm listening
Lil baaj easing in
But don't ask me if it means something
Dance when I'm sober
Not really my thing
Hold you by
H-Town from the south side of Houston
You're tuned to the sounds of a nigga, who don't give a fuck
Cause one way or the other
I'm goin' still get mine,
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
mess with her knowing that we don't belong
I'm Mr Wrong no more love then heartbreak shit
I pulled out my dick I told her just come and sit
Put
In your city whenever I come (What?)
They with the shit, and nah bitch
They don't give a fuck
Got money by the front of the hood
So I don't give a fuck
I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man
I'm Mr. International life is like A crash course
Niggas want beef boy I'll give you
we got a fuckin' mess
Uh, I'm a vet but I'm ready to settle down
I don't wanna know what's next
It don't matter what I do tonight
Cause I'ma know
to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?
[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those
where you from?
I'm from that Chi Town, bitch
Who gives a fuck where you from?
I'm from that Richland, VA
Who gives a fuck where you from?
Now you don't
we the flyest so
Kids at home, yo, please don't try this
My hands in my pocket man I'm doing the wop
Lil' mama on her Snoopy Doggy Dogg, she
your first born child'll come out
With a colostomy bag as the afterbirth
I don't give a fuck
Nigga, I'll show up to Beyonce's show posin' as Jay Z
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
depart karasaki
We be eating good teriyaki
We always chilling never awkie
She call my dick Mr.Miyagi
You moaning louder then the speaker
I super soaked you
Industries Mr. Mooks
You're at the highest place that you can be in Chuckle City
Well I don't really give a fuck about that
I just want you to sit down
So we
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
please not take my bands
Yo Mr. Man, can you please not swing your hands
Yo Mr. Man, can you please not ruin my plans
Give a fuck about your plans man'll
homie yeah
(See we just don't give a fuck)
All by your lonely
If you have to call me lil' blast master, KIS
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Cus I
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
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