Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Give a Fuck

I don't give a fuck about your
I don't give a fuck your Man boo
I don't give a about your friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't you
I don't even why you page me
I don't even if I can trust you
Yo, is you jumpin' it
Is you it off?
If not then keepin' movin' bitch, you

I got a whole problems that I gotta resolve
Like 4 in the mornin' I get calls
They let it ring once, let it ring twice
Damm, it rang twelve times, chickens right
like a sailor, fuckin' in trailors
Photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much
Shouldn't did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo
Now you exactly how many niggas you did it too
Cut you off, shit's critical, my space
I admit, I was the one made the silly mistakes
The Fifty roamer
Had to throw the on her
Heavyweight, ringside seats in Nate's
Wait for her, it take days
But home's where the fight takes place
Punches and
and hatchets
Screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is
Comin' at ya, whats up that shit?

I don't a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't a fuck about your Man boo
I don't a fuck about your friends
And your friends shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I even know why you page me
I even know if I can trust you
Yo, is you it off?
Is you it off?
If not then movin' bitch, fuck you

Hugs turn to kisses, turn to intercourse
Engagement, marriage, then
Devellish acts, thoughts
Secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it the pigeons talk
I try to her close by, don't mind lettin' go
Let her know who the she wit'
Like any Man he's whipped
A messy leads to domestic disputes
All your gettin' caught in our beef 'cause they thought it was

Dressin' in suits, I used to get you work
Checked your feelings, even flipped on you
Stripped down purse
One night I found your
Hidin' spots, look in all the you thought I won't look
Never shit, but dead shit immediate
Ripped out the numbers that I to rip
quick, did what I had to do
Sat her down, she flipped it around, in my eyes and quickly
Caught attitude

I don't give a fuck about Girlfriends
I give a fuck about your Man boo
I don't a fuck about your friends
And your ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I don't even know why you me
I don't even if I can trust you
Yo, is you jumpin' it
Is you it off?
If not keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you

Some nights you might talk in your sleep, pig
Drunk, the next mornin' like I didn't happen
Should I cheat? give me doubt
Is the next Man on you? huh? is he eatin' you out?
You're up with mysterious gifts
When I ask you just laugh, off the seriousness
There's nothin' worse than a curious
With some friends
Six in a old BM
Pushin' it to the
Ripped up seats cushion in it
on the rug
She brains to all the thugs
While she drives, somethin' called love
Got a airbag on sides, no lie
Doin' the average hoes don't try
Wanna know why I'll never leave
intelligent, young, and evil
The definition of a real bitch, G you
Come and see you "Next!"
Right their ex

I don't a fuck about your Girlfriends
I give a fuck about your Man boo
I don't give a fuck about friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't you
I even know why you page me
I don't know if I can trust you
Yo, is you it off?
Is you it off?
If not then keepin' movin' bitch, you