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kane & abel - don't give a fuck about cha كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
i don’t give a f-ck about cha’
ya know, i’m just tryin’ to get that p-ssy out cha’
ya know i’m the one ya should be lookin’ out for
lil’ ho but i’m still gon’ do good without cha’ for sho’

[verse 1]
i got too many hoes for you n-ggas to know what to do with
still but always got room for a little bit
cause i do sh-t n-ggas only get to see in movies
like lay in the tub and let three b-tches do me
all of em’ top notch
that’s the only way to ever lay in my spot
n-gga, cause i got b-tches on the east bank, hoes on the east coast
a-cl-ss b-tches with big pockets and deep throats
i see no reason that they come with no vision
once i get into position, they changin’ their religion
listen, i don’t trust em’ n-gga i don’t love em’
play like i’ma get a rubber and switch her with my brother
what the f-ck them hoes think this is the “love boat”
you at a motherf-ckin’ gangsta’s crib, we cut throats
we tag team em’ till they can’t stand up (but all my girls do)
and what, and what

[hook]

[verse 2]
it takes a n-gga like meee
to run the right geee
i put a b-tch on her kneeees
before i break out with the cheeeese
boy i work strip clubs from new orleans to a-t-l
up in houston shootin’ game on g-y females
clientele bring me mail, partner livin’ swell
gorilla pimpin’ p-ssy sells, n-gga you can’t tell
i pimp a b-tch until a motherf-cker p-ss out
in front of that hotel room waitin’ with my hands out
if she don’t come to the door with my cash out
i reach back like a pimp and knock her -ss out
don’t think with ya p-n-s become a g*nius
hoes be double teamin’ send em’ to the f-ckin’ cleaners
let me catch you in my pockets lookin’ for my wallet
soon as you got like an eye out of socket
i tell ya, you could do bad all by yourself
so i could leave ya broke -ss off in the melf
b-tch i’ll take ya f-ckin’ last, add it to my wealth
then i scratch off, laughin’ to myself

[hook x2]

[verse 3]
now, now, now, now
when the wrinkles on my hand and the wrinkles on my b-lls
spit the type of sh-t that’ll make a dog b-tch fall
to her knees so quick she’ll get skid marks
l!ck a n-gga d-ck from daybreak till it gets pitch dark
ain’t no beatin’ around the bush
besides ain’t no slackin’ in my mackin’ ain’t no eatin’ around ya tush
look, the game that i spit will make orphan annie quit
talkin’ that tomorrow sh-t and just l!ck a n-gga d-ck
it’s all good in the small hood
i don’t think you know how many hoes one call could
get me but ah let me clear my throat, uh uh
take note playboy
i’m low (hey baby) i’m bumpin’ through ya hood soon
but i don’t want cha’ cat the mack just wanna shoot cha’ moon
grease it down with ya finger
and all the way through with my trusty sidekick stinger
cl!ck, dip from the phone booth
next thing i know i’m under ya ho under ya own roof
and i’m in there like swimwear
do ya think him care…yeah

[hook repeated till the end]

- kane abel

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