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lirik lagu fabolous - we don't give a

sick mothaf-ckers, go head, throw up n-gg-
yeah, yeah, okay, i know you punk, i know, i know

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
okay, 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

say what you wanna say, talk if you wanna talk
we don’t give a f-ck
look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
we don’t give a f-ck
act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
we don’t give a f-ck
live how you wanna live, try if you wanna die
we don’t give a f-ck

i just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
i’d be on the coast of tawanna
b-tches who look, close to madonna
and dosie cabanna, toast by a nana
i ‘posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin’ in testaroastas upon ya
not the [incomprehensible] but i’m gonna
i keep toastin’ the armor
for n-gg-z 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 ain’t concerned with the scandals
’cause it’s all bullsh-t 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 n-gg-, yeah

i look at these brothers and laugh
jealous n-gg-s don’t hate havin’, just others that have
i still got love for the ave
come through to give ya n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s is scared, to lose these hotties
talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill
we don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
if you live it’s luck n-gg-

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