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 even know 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 movin' bitch, fuck you

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

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

turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse
Engagement, marriage, then
acts, sinnin' thoughts
Secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons
I try to keep her close by, don't lettin' go
Let her know who the fuck she
Like any Man unless whipped
A messy script leads to domestic
All your friends gettin' in our beef 'cause they thought it was

Dressin' in suits, I used to get you from
your feelings, even flipped on you first
Stripped down purse
One night I found phonebook
Hidin' spots, look in all the places you thought I look
Never said shit, but dead shit
out the numbers that I needed to rip
Heated quick, did I had to do
Sat her down, she it around, looked in my eyes and quickly
Caught attitude

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

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

I don't a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't give a fuck about Man boo
I don't a fuck 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 know if I can trust you
Yo, is you it off?
Is you jumpin' it
If not then movin' bitch, fuck you