Joyner Lucas - NOBODY CARES (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Joyner Lucas - NOBODY CARES (en) Lyrics
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Who want smoke? Gimme the blunt, I'm
ready to blaze a corpse (Do it)
After this song is over, I
never wan' hear this debate
no more (For real)
I ain't wanna do it, but somebody
told me he saying my
name, it's war (Joyner)
I wanna know what drugs you taking
and what do you take me for?
Maybe you mad 'cause you ain't got buzz
up in the UK no more (You mad)
I heard your career just ain't
what it was and you don't
get paid no more (Facts)
If you wanna fеature, nigga,
just say it, but you gotta
pay me for it (Say that)
And after I body you, I don't
want you еver saying my
name anymore (Grrt-grrt)
I know you putting your flag
all on your back, now
you gotta carry it (Aha)
If somebody holding it down,
it shouldn't be you, it's time
to be serious (Serious)
I know you hate being home,
you come to the States and
try to be arrogant (Yeah)
I bet you sit in your room and secretly
wish that you was American (Ahh)
Soon as I heard your diss,
was shaking my head, the shit
was hilarious (Trash)
Ain't even wanna respond, but niggas
in London told me take care of
it (Yeah, grrt, grrt, grrah!)
You keep on saying my name, you
digging the grave that you
gon' get buried in (Bitch)
Everyone back in your country looking at
you like you an embarrassment, I'm bout
to perish 'em (Grrt, grrt, grrah!)
I gotta, I gotta make 'em respect
this shit, put that on your
life, I bet this shit (Brrt)
You lyrically better than no
one I know, not even no
one on the Freshman List
I love the UK, but that's just
it, I really hope you ain't the
best there is (Grrt, grrt)
'Cause all of my life, I never
heard nobody tell me to put
on that Skepta shit (Grrah!)
When you gon' finally accept this
shit? You not on my level, don't
test this shit (Grrt, grrt)
I know that you thinking it's friendly
fire, but I'm not one of your
friends and shit (Boom-boom)
You shoulda hit up of your friends,
lil' bitch, go call up
Dave and Central, bitch
For me, you gon' need the Avengers, bitch,
go tell 'em that Joyner done sent
you, bitch (Grrt, grrt, grrah!)
Nobody cares you was that
nigga back in the days
You only popping in the UK, but we
don't play your shit in the States
(Nobody cares, woah, woah)
Nobody cares how many women
that you played (Yeah)
Or how many bullets that you sprayed
or who bringing you out on
stage (Nobody cares, grrat)
Nobody cares if you sat
with all the GOATs
Or how many tags on your coats,
or how many niggas that you know
(We don't care, uh, uh)
Nobody cares about how you
and Drizzy are close
Or how you invented UK Rap, but
still ain't top ten on your
Coast, nigga (Grrat, woo)
What made you think it's a bright
idea to swing at a nigga
with stamina? (Huh?)
You throwing jabs and punches and
swinging for nothing cause
you never landing 'em (Bang)
I heard that, all of a sudden,
you're Muslim, fuck it, I'm 'bout
to go ham on him (Word)
If you a demon, well, bitch, I'm
the devil, I hope that you ready
to dance with 'em (Grrat)
I know I probably took it somewhere
that's past the level of
making it right (Baow, boom)
I hope that when you respond, the record
is hard and maybe you'll make it
a fight (Huh, grrat, grrat, boom)
I bet as soon as you hear this shit,
you'll probably be thinking bout
taking a flight (Ayy, boom)
I got fans in London, but after
this song, they probably gon' hate
me for life (Life, yikes)
The pistol black, your face get lit
The clip is packed, so make a
wish, I'll go to your town, I'll
take a trip (Boom-boom)
I'll wipe you down and take your
pic, my money is blue, I'm way
too rich (Boom-boom, boom)
I made too much like way too quick,
your music sucks, you make me sick
Pass the plate, I'm starving,
what is this shit you starting?
Blah-blah-blah
Send niggas up in your apartment,
use your head as
a target- grah-grah-grah
I ain't that nigga to start,
but I laugh at you and
your garbage, ha-ha-ha
Go to Tottenham, I'm marching,
that's where I'll leave your carcass,
pow-pow-pow (Grrat!)
Or how you invented UK Rap,
but still ain't top ten on
your Coast, nigga (Grrat)
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