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yennnzay* - Don't Care Lyrics



yennnzay* - Don't Care Lyrics




Yeah, I got a lot of bands, got me punch that nigga in slow motion, got me a lot of bands
Got a sketchy, check out clothes, shoes, everything I need, anything I need in this f*ckin' world
I don't give a f*ck about nobody, I just talk my shit, I don't give a f*ck about nobody, I got all my shit
Niggas say they rich, but they never show me nothing, yeah, niggas say they rich, but they never show me nothing

Got a lot of bands, but I still expect it, I don't give two, three f*cks, I'ma steal it with that hoe
Huh, I should've spanked that hoe, I got me a lot of bands, I choked her, got me off her purse, man, this shit too sexual
Huh, I got a lot of bands, my clothes doesn't look right, I get two, three f*cks
Playin' this bitch like Tony Stark, why would I move, y'all niggas be on deck, tryna move, sometimes I get shit

One false move, he ain't catchin' shit, I fly racks, my head to the beat, too, y'all so gay
Well, y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all so gay, well, these niggas, these niggas, these niggas gay
You so gay, nigga, I bet they gay, got a green dot on my head, the f*ck y'all gonna do with me
Put a lace on my head, y'all gon' die today

I'm finna run this field, end this bitch, talkin' all that shit
My bitch, you finna die today, I'm not one of the winners that you know, the f*ck I know you, bitch
I'm finna pull this ass to the Glock 19, nigga, the G's hella sweet, nah, f*ck that, nigga
Put a place, nigga, on my car, put a Glock on him, put a Glock on top of his head, nah, f*ck that

You can be fed me or not, you gon' die, tell me what work on some of the knives
You finna pull some Glock and air this bitch out, talkin' all that shit now, you gon' die
You gon' die, put a Glock to his head, he gon' die, I make sure I pick every bone on this nigga
Talkin' all that shit, you gon' die, tell your brother, he lost his sister

Tell your brother, he lost his sister, he ain't comin' back, blowin' on that boy
He ain't comin' back, got a Glock on my right hand, got a knife on my left hand, which one you want
It could be a hammer too, just choose one, nigga, do a spot by this nigga like Blue Squeeze
Whoa there, that one's sad, finna pull up to a Glock with a knife, if he moves, he gon' die

Finna pull up to a med school event, that's a free candy, that's a free candy, that's a free, uh, that's a free candy
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Yeah, I got a lot of bands, got me punch that nigga in slow motion, got me a lot of bands
Got a sketchy, check out clothes, shoes, everything I need, anything I need in this f*ckin' world
I don't give a f*ck about nobody, I just talk my shit, I don't give a f*ck about nobody, I got all my shit
Niggas say they rich, but they never show me nothing, yeah, niggas say they rich, but they never show me nothing

Got a lot of bands, but I still expect it, I don't give two, three f*cks, I'ma steal it with that hoe
Huh, I should've spanked that hoe, I got me a lot of bands, I choked her, got me off her purse, man, this shit too sexual
Huh, I got a lot of bands, my clothes doesn't look right, I get two, three f*cks
Playin' this bitch like Tony Stark, why would I move, y'all niggas be on deck, tryna move, sometimes I get shit

One false move, he ain't catchin' shit, I fly racks, my head to the beat, too, y'all so gay
Well, y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all so gay, well, these niggas, these niggas, these niggas gay
You so gay, nigga, I bet they gay, got a green dot on my head, the f*ck y'all gonna do with me
Put a lace on my head, y'all gon' die today

I'm finna run this field, end this bitch, talkin' all that shit
My bitch, you finna die today, I'm not one of the winners that you know, the f*ck I know you, bitch
I'm finna pull this ass to the Glock 19, nigga, the G's hella sweet, nah, f*ck that, nigga
Put a place, nigga, on my car, put a Glock on him, put a Glock on top of his head, nah, f*ck that

You can be fed me or not, you gon' die, tell me what work on some of the knives
You finna pull some Glock and air this bitch out, talkin' all that shit now, you gon' die
You gon' die, put a Glock to his head, he gon' die, I make sure I pick every bone on this nigga
Talkin' all that shit, you gon' die, tell your brother, he lost his sister

Tell your brother, he lost his sister, he ain't comin' back, blowin' on that boy
He ain't comin' back, got a Glock on my right hand, got a knife on my left hand, which one you want
It could be a hammer too, just choose one, nigga, do a spot by this nigga like Blue Squeeze
Whoa there, that one's sad, finna pull up to a Glock with a knife, if he moves, he gon' die

Finna pull up to a med school event, that's a free candy, that's a free candy, that's a free, uh, that's a free candy
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Writer: Marcel Johns
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Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Marcel Johns
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