Boosie Badazz - I Don't Give a FK (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Boosie Badazz - I Don't Give a FK (en) Lyrics
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It's up, nigga
Yeah, you know me by name
You know me by name, you
know me by gang gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know me by name (It's up, nigga)
You know me by gang
You know I don't give a fuck
Fuck that nigga, put him up
We don't give a fuck
Drag that ho and let her know
Fuck that nigga, put him up, we
bring that pressure pressure
Four times to his face, teach
that bitch a lesson
Four times for that Southside, don't
let us catch you outside
Club fights, dumb way,
outside, gunplay
I walk and talk that dirty
track at 2 AM flizzat
Fishing pole up on my back,
this my new book sack
Tear your swans in with that
gat, I get so reckless
Heard what happened to that boy,
we some known steppers
Fuck that nigga and his partner,
he's a known rat
You roll with him so you a ho
'cause you condone that
Let's talk some facts, man, these niggas
ain't playin' it real no more
These niggas can't find you,
they'll kill your ho
Stabbed my heart, cut my throat
when they killed lil' bro
Now it's poppin' like popcorn,
shit's poppin' like popcorn
(It's up, popcorn)
We so yard, stop playin'
'cause we lay shit
This that Southside death row
Planet of the Apes shit
Bitch, what? I'll bust your
ass up (Bitch, what?)
I'ma take it, young nigga,
and I'm ready to mask up
Telly Hankton on the street,
I'm a don dada
Bronxston say I'm ignorant,
went got a gold chopper
I'm from that Rouge, win or lose,
we don't fold, partner
Owe me money, better pay me
what you owe, partner
I don't do no Twitter fingers,
I do trigger fingers
I'm a murder charge, nigga,
you a misdemeanor
The DA said I sent my murder
victims to the cleaners
Guess he said that 'bout them niggas
'cause they was dirty dirty
Say your prayers, grab your best,
get your thirty, thirty
This ain't the East or the West,
this the dirty dirty
Dirty dirty South, nigga
ridin' by your house
Niggas tryna get your bag, hope
you down to take a loss
Dawg, I hope you got your mask,
'cause these pussy niggas talk
I'll fight a charge again, I'm
the motherfuckin' boss
Lil' nigga, knock him off
Whoop that bitch and drag
that ho to the wall
You gotta whoop that bitch
That nigga talkin', punch
that bitch in his mouth
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