We Don’t Give A f*ck lyrics

by

Bun B


[Hook]
Take that n*gga chain, we don't give a f*ck
Hit that n*gga up, we don't give a f*ck
Jack that n*gga truck, we don't give a f*ck
We don't give a f*ck, he ain't down with us
Take that n*gga chain, we don't give a f*ck
Hit that n*gga up, we don't give a f*ck
Jack that n*gga truck, we don't give a f*ck
We don't give a f*ck, he ain't down with us

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I Brooklyn Bounce n*gga, in Dirty South down to the ATL
Rep B.I.G. to death, betta watch what come out ya breath
We thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin'
Honey girl Queen B double E-E
I'm heatin' up in oven, no b*tch is comin' like me
We get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps
We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for ya'll punks
Can't find you layin', my fam is not playin'
Gotta get that money, that money, that money, money
You don't want no problems man, none if you get outta lane
We comin' like the Taliban, poppin' like a collar man
Cowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrate
You faggot n*ggas tellin', when we see you we be yellin'

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[Verse 2: Bun B]
b*tch I been trill ever since the day I came out my momma's cot
Come on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it locked
I can go on any block and on any hood and on any town
Runnin' deep with money and jewelery and holdin' myself down
Connected to every heavy n*gga across the U.S
My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest
My city is the trillest and my n*ggas are the truest
Got everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's do this
We load 'em up, c*ck 'em back, let 'em go we knock 'em off
Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this n*gga block 'em off
It's B-U-N for UGK, straight up out that B-A-T
Holdin' it down for K-I-M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's see 'em b*tch

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[Verse 3: Twista]
Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it comin' up off the dust
Think it's funny 'til he comin' up out the club
Gonna getcha money when I'm comin' up out the cut
If I catch a n*gga slippin', I'mma tell a n*gga know that sh*t
Then I snatch that chain
When he leave his friends, I'mma get him out his ends
And his Benz, make him cash that train
Come out the dark and get the lights on
Turn together, get it up
Take his watch, take his bracelet, take his dust, take his truck
I can't help it to get itchy if I see the n*gga ballin'
n*gga yes ya'll then I gotta get a piece of that
Steady figure with the Jacob in the bezel with charm
Well come over hear I got a little heat for that
AK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pump
Got a what, an E-95 with leather grip
And a Mac-11 comin' out the trunk
Got what, a black ski mask and leather gloves
And duct tape I can get what I want
Got what, when the Queen and the Twist ride on them b*tches
We don't give a f*ck
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