Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Give a Fuck

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

I got a whole 'lotta problems that I resolve
Like 4 in the I get anonymous calls
They let it ring once, they let it twice
Damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain't
like a sailor, fuckin' in trailors
Photoshoots, niggas did it and me the head was much realer
Shouldn't have did it boo, you have did it boo
Now you forgettin' exactly how niggas you did it too
Cut you off, critical, gimme my space
I admit, I was the one that made the silly
The state roamer
Had to the fake on her
Heavyweight, seats in Nate's corner
Wait for her, it might days
But back home's where the fight takes
and scratches
Headlocks and
Screamin' at the top of her lungs, bitch is spazzin'
at ya, whats up with that shit?

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

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

Dressin' in suits, I to get you from work
your feelings, even flipped on you first
Stripped down purse
One I found your phonebook
spots, look in all the places you thought I won't look
Never said shit, but dead shit
Ripped out the numbers that I to rip
Heated quick, did 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 don't give a about your Man boo
I don't give a about your friends
And your friends shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I don't know why you page me
I don't even know if I can you
Yo, is you it off?
Is you it off?
If not then keepin' movin' bitch, you

Some nights you might talk in sleep, pig Latin
Drunk, the next mornin' actin' like I 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
I ask you just laugh, brushin' off the seriousness
There's nothin' worse than a curious
With some nosey
Six in a old BM
it to the limit
Ripped up seats with in it
on the rug
She give brains to all the
she drives, somethin' called dangerous love
Got a on both sides, no lie
shit the average hoes don't try
Wanna why I'll never leave you?
intelligent, young, and evil
The definition of a bitch, some'll G you
and see you like "Next!"
Right their ex

I don't give a fuck about your
I don't give a fuck about 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 know if I can trust you
Yo, is you jumpin' it
Is you jumpin' it
If not keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you