Boosie Badazz - I Don't Give a Fuck lyrics

[Boosie Badazz - I Don't Give a Fuck lyrics]

It's up, nigga

Yeah, you know me by name
You know me by name, you know me by gang gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know me by name (It's up, nigga)
You know me by gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

You know I don't give a fuck
Fuck that nigga, put him up
We don't give a fuck
Drag that ho and let her know

Fuck that nigga, put him up
We bring that pressure pressure
Four times to his face
Teach that bitch a lesson
Four times for that Southside
Don't let us catch you outside
Club fights, dumb way, outside, gunplay
I walk and talk that dirty
Track at 2 AM flizzat
Fishing pole up on my back
This my new book sack
Tear your swans in with that gat
I get so reckless
Heard what happened to that boy
We some known steppers
Fuck that nigga and his partner
He's a known rat you roll with him so you a
Ho 'cause you condone that
Let's talk some facts, man
These niggas ain't playin' it real no more
These niggas can't find you
They'll kill your ho stabbed my heart
Cut my throat when they killed lil' bro
Now it's poppin' like popcorn
Shit's poppin' like popcorn
(It's up, popcorn)
We so yard, stop playin' 'cause we lay shit
This that Southside death row Planet
Of the Apes shit

You know I don't give a fuck
Fuck that nigga, put him up
We don't give a fuck
Drag that ho and let her know
You know I don't give a fuck
Fuck that nigga, put him up
We don't give a fuck
Drag that ho and let her know

Bitch, what? I'll bust your ass up
(Bitch, what?) i'ma take it, young nigga
And I'm ready to mask up
Telly Hankton on the street, I'm a don dada
Bronxston say I'm ignorant
Went got a gold chopper
I'm from that Rouge, win or
Lose, we don't fold, partner
Owe me money, better pay me what you owe
Partner i don't do no Twitter fingers
I do trigger fingers
I'm a murder charge, nigga, you a misdemeanor
The DA said I sent my
Murder victims to the cleaners
Guess he said that 'bout them niggas
'cause they was dirty dirty
Say your prayers, grab your
Best, get your thirty, thirty
This ain't the East or the West
This the dirty dirty
Dirty dirty South, nigga ridin' by your house
Niggas tryna get your bag
Hope you down to take a loss
Dawg, I hope you got your mask
'cause these pussy niggas talk
I'll fight a charge again
I'm the motherfuckin' boss
Lil' nigga, knock him off

You know I don't give a fuck
Fuck that nigga, put him up
We don't give a fuck
Drag that ho and let her know
You know I don't give a fuck
Fuck that nigga, put him up
We don't give a fuck
Drag that ho and let her know

Whoop that bitch and drag that ho to the wall
Whoop that bitch and drag that ho to the wall
You gotta whoop that bitch
That nigga talkin'
Punch that bitch in his mouth
That nigga talkin'
Punch that bitch in his mouth

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