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t.i. - f*cks كلمات الأغنية

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(intro)
hustle gang
all them boy in the building
oh sh-t, by the way

(verse)
okay, so n-ggas on the hay i admit
i don’t give 2 f-cks
about money, have yo kids wish til yo baby momma get c-cks
i like raz put on my whip (pour it up, pour it up)
even if i run out of money
bet i won’t run out of luck
my n-gga ride glock in the hood furreal
i had dreams bout a house on the hill
there’s a couple fiends that we’d run from and that is pay me some bills
before i f-ckin die i’m gonna save a f-ckin mill
i did it for the p-ssy and the money and the feel
my n-gga it’s f-ck you and your opinion too if your name is not on my will

(hook)
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks

(verse)
if i’m in the building then i’m screwed up
even in the fix a mind whip true thug
got so many b-tches i’mma need 2 trucks
i’mma need 2 trucks, i’mma need a few trucks
lame -ss n-gga just f-ck my cool up
lyin -ss hoes tryna spend rumors
a man gon lie, a woman gon lie
so when you think about it, who can you trust?
n0body, n0body
n0body, n0body
everybody worry bout the old bobby
i got 2 blunts rolled up and each a piece
i turn yo party to a dro party
all about my green like a mill so lotus
i be comin off the top like a toll bargain
i said i don’t give a f-ck
can’t deal with it? that’s yo problem ho

(hook)
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks

(verse)
man just n-gga hold up, i ain’t tryna call yo ho
p-ssy prolly smell like throwup
everybody know er for suckin on d-ck til it blow up
her p-ssy hair need a lawn mower
i show er how to go
pounds in the front, n-gga sold that
matter fact i don’t give 2 f-ck
doin that slap with a flappy -ss b-tt
ho never would get in my trap
she can never get front for her will never stand up
i’m hanging out with my ball like here n-gga no
f-ck with something now you dealin with some real n-gga yo
i can show you how to get a mill in the 4
i make a dump by the one, i need a trip by the summer
first band fore you say how baby mama get a hummer
get a crib fo yo mama, got to cop until it done
it’s a i don’t f-ck around if you want a n-gga
i don’t give a f-ck

(hook)
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks
(hustle gang don’t give 2 f-cks)
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks
(hustle gang, we need to say we don’t give 2 f-cks)

(verse)
trae tha truth gates, young n-gga rich
who the f-ck you n-ggas think you talkin to b-tch
middle fingers up, play say eat d-ck
never gave a f-ck and probably filled on b-tch
when i’m right up in the fleet, when i’m down i move around
bald on the head and you ain’t see me shoot around
walk up out the club til money cover the ground
all gold chain, they weigh bout 10 pounds
tryna find a sl-t that f-ck for 10 rounds
i tell her go long, get ready for 10 gowns
b-tch with my name we bringin all town
king of the turf, my throne is all gold
hustle gang b-tch, my hustle is out of order
when i’m done with that i get big for somebody daughter
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, might tip er then got shorter out
where her study is? i’m playin like a recorder

(hook)
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks

(verse)
these hoes prolly like no talk mkay
sh-t geek’d up, eat em raw, mkay
these ain’t g-y, these craw, okay
these ain’t diamonds, these rocks, okay
cut leafs, spreadin these, we the count
pull g’s up under this lawn
said b-tch i don’t give 2 f-cks
matter fact b-tch i don’t give a d-mn
i’mma shoot it with a riffle
lose mute like lipo
i taste that b-tch, she can suck my dish, tipo
i mean she can suck my d-ck
my trap so sick
i’m bout to call wayne up (weezy)
tell me the truck might fit
ho know where i’m at like lay j
diddy, yo care bout blow back
i don’t give 2 f-cks
but they already know that
i’m cool like winter freeze
eat lunch, doin what should be
i just saw fresh in the booty club, thirsty, the whole trap tempt me

(hook)
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks

(verse)
if i had 2 b-tches i wouldn’t give 2 f-cks
last week in magic city, spit in guys we trust
2 freaks on my chain, who the h-ll king tut?
since the world met me now the whole globe blast up
oh, you wanna f-ck me?
need at least 2 b-tts
yea, you wanna smoke with me?
you need at least 10 blunts
i ain’t catchin that cup less a motherf-cker screwed up
and i’m young and i’m getting it and i never gave 2 f-cks

(hook)
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give 2 f-cks

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