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k4 trell & lil k9 - don't give a fuck كلمات أغنية

[intro: k4 trell]
(ayy, beat demon, run it up!)
southside jay, this sh_t dangerous
man, we in this b_tch tweakin’, gang
ayy, k9, let’s talk our sh_t
(grrah, grrah, boom)

[verse 1: k4 trell]
i don’t give a f_ck ‘bout who he wit’, i still get on that car (b_tch!)
hollows ate his chest, now he a pack, i’m smokin’ on his heart (p_ssy)
walk him down, i want that k!ll, won’t let his ass get far (boom, boom)
new glock came with a switch, this b_tch gon’ rock just like a star (grrah)
opps be woofin’, talkin’ tough but they don’t ever slide (never)
caught his ass lackin’ out in traffic, now his mama cryin’ (ha_ha)
knew he was a goofy when he ran, he left his mans behind (d_mn)
f_ck the opps, they linkin’ up, but all them boys keep dyin’ (boom, boom)
i be on that drill sh_t, k!ll sh_t, spin again (spin it!)
tried to duck that fully, but that fn hit his chin (p_ssy)
we don’t do no cappin’, all my brothers trained to win (facts)
pull up with that ratchet, hit his block, lеt’s make it spin (grrah, grrah)

[bridge: k4 trell & lil k9]
(grrah, grrah) that switchy get to singin’
b_tch, we slidin’, wе ain’t beefin’ on no internet, stop tweakin’ (never)
(grrah, grrah) lil k9, get to dumpin’
if he run, then chase him down, he better pray he see the mornin’ (b_tch)
[verse 2: lil k9]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
lil k9 in this b_tch, i keep a glock, no i ain’t lackin’ (nope)
caught him at that store, i upped my sh_t and got to clappin’ (boom, boom)
pulled up on his set, they screamin’ out, “that boy was cappin’” (b_tch)
talkin’ ‘bout some smoke, we put that fire right where his cap is (p_ssy)
huh, i’m with my brother, we be thuggin’ (gang)
n_ggas said they slid, but they ain’t really do no dumpin’ (lyin’ ass)
heard he tried to diss, but now he six feet in that dungeon (ha_ha)
bl!cky hit his stomach, now his guts all out in public (d_mn)
opps keep cl!ckin’ up, like what the f_ck? that sh_t don’t matter (never)
he was dissin’ gang, we turned his brain into some plaster (boom)
draco hit his chest, that boy got cooked just like a platter (fried)
he was flexin’ bands, now he got robbed, we took his scatter (dummy)

[hook: k4 trell & lil k9]
we don’t give a f_ck, we send them shots, we want ‘em dead (dead)
put a tag up on his toe, we left that lil’ boy full of lead (boom, boom)
we don’t give a f_ck, we catch his mans, we hit his head (bow)
told my shorty up that switch and make that lil’ b_tch take a nap (grrah, grrah)

[verse 3: k4 trell]
d_money talkin’ tough, but he ain’t never did no drill (never)
baby jugg keep woofin’, tell that b_tch to keep it real (cap)
big rell got caught lackin’, now he dissin’ out his will (haha)
lil rooga tried to rap, but he ain’t really in that field (b_tch!)
i just popped a opp and now i’m laughin’ off that pack (pack)
his b_tch up in my dm, say she tryna throw it back (thot)
n_ggas say they step, but i ain’t seen ‘em bust a strap (never)
keep on playin’ tough, you f_ck around and get clapped (boom, boom)
[outro: lil k9]
b_tch, we on that drill sh_t
i don’t give a f_ck, i catch an opp, i bet i k!ll sh_t (grrah)
b_tch, we on that drill sh_t
k4 trell, my brother, we gon’ spin until that field hit (boom, boom)

- k4 trell lil k9

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