I don't give a fuck if you love meI don't give a fuck if you like meAskin' me, "How did it feel? "Can't say it didn't surprise meLast time I looked to my rightYou niggas was standing beside meHow can some people I loveHang around pussies who try me? Let's goWhat did I miss?What did I miss?What did I miss?What did I miss?Let's go, let's goI'm whippin' around on like six hundred acresLet's go, let's go, let's goYou niggas just better not ask for no favorsLet's go, let's go, let's goIt's love for my brothers and death to a traitor, let's goShe might decide to say no to me nowBut say yеs to me later, let's goHеr ass is all natty like Florida Gator, let's goYou switched on the guys and supported a hater, let's goWhat's the get-back for niggas? It's TBDI look at this shit like a BTCCould be down this week,Then I'm up next weekI don't give a fuck if you love meI don't give a fuck if you like meAskin' me "How did it feel? "Can't say it didn't surprise meLast time I looked to my rightYou niggas was standing beside meHow can some people I loveHang around pussies who try me? Let's goWhat did I miss?What did I miss?What did I miss?What did I miss?Let's goAyy, let's go, let's goAyy, ayy, let's go, let's goAyy, ayy, let's goAyy, let's go, ayy, let's goYeah, niggas get punched in the faceOn some TLC shit, on the dead guysSome TLC shit 'cause, my niggaYou gon' need a chilly ice packFor your left eyeI'm back in your city tonightWalkin' around with my head highI saw bro went to Pop Out with themBut been dick riding gang since "Headlines"It feels like nobody's thereUntil you start givin' out two-tonesAnd nobody cares until they in front of your tombstoneY'all been on that type of timing for too longIceman, Tiffany blue stonesI done made plenty shitRight out of two wrongs, shit, let's goLet's goLet's go, let's goAyy, yeahLet's go, let's goYeah, yeah, let's goYeah, let's go, let's goWhat did I miss?When I was looking at y'allAnd cooking with y'allAnd giving out verses and bookings to y'all?Making sure wires were hit, man, what did I miss?When you was all in my crib, liquor and hoesWord for word at all of the showsYou always felt like this, man, what did I miss?
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I don't give a fuck if you love me
I don't give a fuck if you like me
Askin' me, "How did it feel? "
Can't say it didn't surprise me
Last time I looked to my right
You niggas was standing beside me
How can some people I love
Hang around pussies who try me? Let's go
What did I miss?
What did I miss?
What did I miss?
What did I miss?
Let's go, let's go
I'm whippin' around on like six hundred acres
Let's go, let's go, let's go
You niggas just better not ask for no favors
Let's go, let's go, let's go
It's love for my brothers and death to a traitor, let's go
She might decide to say no to me now
But say yеs to me later, let's go
Hеr ass is all natty like Florida Gator, let's go
You switched on the guys and supported a hater, let's go
What's the get-back for niggas? It's TBD
I look at this shit like a BTC
Could be down this week,
Then I'm up next week
I don't give a fuck if you love me
I don't give a fuck if you like me
Askin' me "How did it feel? "
Can't say it didn't surprise me
Last time I looked to my right
You niggas was standing beside me
How can some people I love
Hang around pussies who try me? Let's go
What did I miss?
What did I miss?
What did I miss?
What did I miss?
Let's go
Ayy, let's go, let's go
Ayy, ayy, let's go, let's go
Ayy, ayy, let's go
Ayy, let's go, ayy, let's go
Yeah, niggas get punched in the face
On some TLC shit, on the dead guys
Some TLC shit 'cause, my nigga
You gon' need a chilly ice pack
For your left eye
I'm back in your city tonight
Walkin' around with my head high
I saw bro went to Pop Out with them
But been dick riding gang since "Headlines"
It feels like nobody's there
Until you start givin' out two-tones
And nobody cares until they in front of your tombstone
Y'all been on that type of timing for too long
Iceman, Tiffany blue stones
I done made plenty shit
Right out of two wrongs, shit, let's go
Let's go
Let's go, let's go
Ayy, yeah
Let's go, let's go
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Yeah, let's go, let's go
What did I miss?
When I was looking at y'all
And cooking with y'all
And giving out verses and bookings to y'all?
Making sure wires were hit, man, what did I miss?
When you was all in my crib, liquor and hoes
Word for word at all of the shows
You always felt like this, man, what did I miss?
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