LUCKI - I Don't Care... (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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LUCKI - I Don't Care... (en) Lyrics
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You don't love me like you say you did
The niggas who scream they don't
lack just got caught without it
If it's my time to go, make
sure I die with some class
These niggas love these hoes, stickin'
trackers up they ass
I see a bitch I had hangin'
'round the stu', I laugh
You catch your ho with us, she
bound to probably go out bad
You probably hit these hoes, I know
these hoes make niggas mad
I can't go out my way, she'll find
another, I can't bite the bait
14.5 for a crate, real Quagen
seals, wouldn't do the fakes
I ain't beefin' with no rapper,
I got shit to do
If you see me and its up, then
gon' and do what you gon' do
Out here fuckin' on this bitch like
I ain't fucked a ho in years
My closet big as Sears, I got
so rich, shit bring me tears
I look at all my peers like, "If
I got it, then you got it"
I looked at both my parents like "I'm
grateful that y'all fucked"
My daughter said to me, "Daddy,
I hate when you ain't up"
I sleep all through the day, late
night them demons keep me up
A bitch ain't worth a dollar, I
drop racks to Oregon Duck her
A nigga turn his back on me, by
next Friday, he Chris Tucker
Solid nigga, got more stripes
than seersucker
I'll shoot at my ex's mother,
If she goin', I'ma fuck her
Cross me ain't no going back, It's
stuck forever, I don't need you
Act just like I got amnesia; "Never
knew you, never seen you"
Black shades, black limousine, uh
Black gun, black magazine, uh
Havin' fun with it, I'm a king, uh
Die hard fiend for that lean, uh
Uh, uh, I don't wanna
meet my bitch daddy
I don't wanna make no bitch
lil' brother happy
I don't sell dreams, I ain't
into workin' magic
Known for gettin' weird bitches
lit, I keep matches
If you switch and you die, be happy
She don't wanna abort it like I
told her? I'm not the pappy
Them hoes online don't like me,
I wanna fuck 'em anyway
I'm rich as hell, you think I
care about your situation?
I don't
It's us
Ay, ay-ay-ay
I got money, I got bitches
that'll kill for me
I got high and said I miss her,
she said "Nigga, please"
Rapper opp, I ain't gonna
diss 'em, he could D-I-E
He gon' sell all out a
concert with B.I.G
G23 a plastic pistol, blue T-I-P
Nigga, leave with one of these,
shots at the king
Can't be fucked with and I'm GloGang,
DrenchGang home team
That's my sneaky shit, she love
me for the wrong thing
That's my sneaky shit, I never
heard her phone ring
I got divas, I got strippers,
said I'm bold for this
You can take it however you want, but
its what it's supposed to mean
Forgiatos on the Track', we
designed our home theme
Niggas think they got plot armor,
but the show keep goin'
I got knives all in my back,
only feel it if you sober
I got paid to blow for days,
niggas in the way
Ayy, ayy
And I poured up by the ocean, these
niggas say I'm boastin'
I did it by myself, a nigga
wish he could've wrote it
Lotta Cash Tune, this shit
way bigger than motion
Sent that ho a broom, she
a witch and she know it
I bought another space ship, still
drive it like it's stolen
I'm balancin' relationships, my
bitch okay with the program
Living what I read on a paper
that I wrote a lot
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