TimP music - THINK I CARE? lyrics
[TimP music - THINK I CARE? lyrics]
Sorry bro, but your girl, was a thot
Had to do it to her, guess she was, uh
Too hot go in the store, see some new shoes
I'm ‘bout to cop
Gotta get this money ‘fore I gon get shot
Too many MP3's on my desktop
That's a remedy, all the drugs in my system
Oh been f up my sanity
So sick of these stupid friends
And they be faking if they see the money
Imma shoot ‘em down before they take it
Keep it up, we’ll leave your ass face
Down on the pavement
Ain’t no pacing around here
These b act like Satan i ain't scarеd
Bitch run up on me if you think I care
Get thе army on your ave
We gon hit where you care
Like a crybaby ain't no
Other choice but fuss after I'm done
We going to leave you looking pretty rough
They know I'm real
Homie you know I don't bluff
In your girl, uh, we all left a cream puff
On your block yeah we hoping
That you don't duck
Magic on the trigger guess I
Got that Midas Touch
Go figure you weren’t there when we
Tried to beat you up
It's okay, got your money
Now it's time to burn it up
Bitch when will you learn
That we going to pull up
Even when you return
I'm gonna let that sit in your stomach
Churn so many bridges that need reburned
Too slow, pick it up
Sorry bro, but your girl, was a thot
Had to do it to her, guess she was, uh
Too hot go in the store, see some new shoes
I'm ‘bout to cop
Gotta get this money ‘fore I gon get shot
Too many MP3's on my desktop
That's a remedy, all the drugs in my system
Oh been f up my sanity
So sick of these stupid friends
And they be faking if they see the money
Imma shoot ‘em down before they take it
Keep it up, we’ll leave your ass face
Down on the pavement
Ain’t no pacing around here
These b act like Satan i ain't scared
Bitch run up on me if you think I care
Get the army on your ave
We gon hit where you care
Haha, haha that's me laughing to the bank
Hit ya once, now we comin’ back
Make your heart sank with that being said
Imma just make it all clear
With my mob yeah, homie
I really hope you fear
Had to do it to her, guess she was, uh
Too hot go in the store, see some new shoes
I'm ‘bout to cop
Gotta get this money ‘fore I gon get shot
Too many MP3's on my desktop
That's a remedy, all the drugs in my system
Oh been f up my sanity
So sick of these stupid friends
And they be faking if they see the money
Imma shoot ‘em down before they take it
Keep it up, we’ll leave your ass face
Down on the pavement
Ain’t no pacing around here
These b act like Satan i ain't scarеd
Bitch run up on me if you think I care
Get thе army on your ave
We gon hit where you care
Like a crybaby ain't no
Other choice but fuss after I'm done
We going to leave you looking pretty rough
They know I'm real
Homie you know I don't bluff
In your girl, uh, we all left a cream puff
On your block yeah we hoping
That you don't duck
Magic on the trigger guess I
Got that Midas Touch
Go figure you weren’t there when we
Tried to beat you up
It's okay, got your money
Now it's time to burn it up
Bitch when will you learn
That we going to pull up
Even when you return
I'm gonna let that sit in your stomach
Churn so many bridges that need reburned
Too slow, pick it up
Sorry bro, but your girl, was a thot
Had to do it to her, guess she was, uh
Too hot go in the store, see some new shoes
I'm ‘bout to cop
Gotta get this money ‘fore I gon get shot
Too many MP3's on my desktop
That's a remedy, all the drugs in my system
Oh been f up my sanity
So sick of these stupid friends
And they be faking if they see the money
Imma shoot ‘em down before they take it
Keep it up, we’ll leave your ass face
Down on the pavement
Ain’t no pacing around here
These b act like Satan i ain't scared
Bitch run up on me if you think I care
Get the army on your ave
We gon hit where you care
Haha, haha that's me laughing to the bank
Hit ya once, now we comin’ back
Make your heart sank with that being said
Imma just make it all clear
With my mob yeah, homie
I really hope you fear