(Gang, Grrahh)
Grrahh
Slimee-Slimee (Bow-Bow)
Grrahh, Grrahh
Finatic (Blttt, Gang-Gang)
Im So Slimee
Uh (Slimee-Slimee)
I break rules because I can, bitch
I don't give a damn, like
What's on his head? A band
Gimme' a drum and a stick
He tender, bout' a bitch
Somebody tell that boy, "get a grip"
Y'all niggas be makin' me sick
Said what I said, better suck my dick!
Like, wake up, roll me a fat one
Two-point-five, get stuffed in a fat blunt
Lil bro' out the roof, tryna catch one
You can't run, cuz' we gon' catch ya
On bro', can't wait 'til we catch em'
We throwin' shots like Jello
I'll come to ya door, with my little friend, start wavin' that arm like "Hello!"
Grrahh, I'll put his lil ass on a T-shirt
Walkdown, shit start makin' my feet hurt
It's smoke, I carry a steamer
I'll put him to rest dreamer
Uh, last night, I had a dream of coppin' a Beamer
Grrahh-grrahh, I start throwin' them hollow-points at you like a finger
And, I break rules because I can, bitch
I don't give a damn, like
What's on his head? A band
Gimme' a drum and a stick
He tender, bout' a bitch
Somebody tell that boy, "get a grip"
Y'all niggas be makin' me sick
Said what I said, better suck my dick!
Bitch, I know one thing
You better not play with me!
I'll leave ya brains on the curb, if you think you street
Call my gun "a side-kick", cuz' it stay with me
Told Lil Mama that, "she awesome", she gon' spray for me
We gon' get this bread, dough like a bakery
On some real shit, I ain't with the fakery
And, I'll whip a nigga ass like it's slavery
Shut ya mouth, I ain't tryna hear shit that you say to me, bitch! (Shut the f*ck up)
Uh, And, i'm with the shits
Cuz', i'm from the bricks, where its colder than ya wrist
Lil bro' citin' fairytales, all that shit a myth
If he on the turf, then, blitz
I'ma spray at his head like Spritz (Grrahh-Grrahh)
And, I break rules because I can, bitch
I don't give a damn, like
What's on his head? A band
Gimme' a drum and a stick
He tender, bout' a bitch
Somebody tell that boy, "get a grip"
Y'all niggas be makin' me sick
Said what I said, better suck my dick!
Gang, Bitch (Bow-Bow)
Grrahh
Grrahh-Grrahh, uh
(Rockstar, Rockstar)
(I'm a Rockstar)
Lil5iveten - I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! Lyrics
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(Gang, Grrahh)
Grrahh
Slimee-Slimee (Bow-Bow)
Grrahh, Grrahh
Finatic (Blttt, Gang-Gang)
Im So Slimee
Uh (Slimee-Slimee)
I break rules because I can, bitch
I don't give a damn, like
What's on his head? A band
Gimme' a drum and a stick
He tender, bout' a bitch
Somebody tell that boy, "get a grip"
Y'all niggas be makin' me sick
Said what I said, better suck my dick!
Like, wake up, roll me a fat one
Two-point-five, get stuffed in a fat blunt
Lil bro' out the roof, tryna catch one
You can't run, cuz' we gon' catch ya
On bro', can't wait 'til we catch em'
We throwin' shots like Jello
I'll come to ya door, with my little friend, start wavin' that arm like "Hello!"
Grrahh, I'll put his lil ass on a T-shirt
Walkdown, shit start makin' my feet hurt
It's smoke, I carry a steamer
I'll put him to rest dreamer
Uh, last night, I had a dream of coppin' a Beamer
Grrahh-grrahh, I start throwin' them hollow-points at you like a finger
And, I break rules because I can, bitch
I don't give a damn, like
What's on his head? A band
Gimme' a drum and a stick
He tender, bout' a bitch
Somebody tell that boy, "get a grip"
Y'all niggas be makin' me sick
Said what I said, better suck my dick!
Bitch, I know one thing
You better not play with me!
I'll leave ya brains on the curb, if you think you street
Call my gun "a side-kick", cuz' it stay with me
Told Lil Mama that, "she awesome", she gon' spray for me
We gon' get this bread, dough like a bakery
On some real shit, I ain't with the fakery
And, I'll whip a nigga ass like it's slavery
Shut ya mouth, I ain't tryna hear shit that you say to me, bitch! (Shut the f*ck up)
Uh, And, i'm with the shits
Cuz', i'm from the bricks, where its colder than ya wrist
Lil bro' citin' fairytales, all that shit a myth
If he on the turf, then, blitz
I'ma spray at his head like Spritz (Grrahh-Grrahh)
And, I break rules because I can, bitch
I don't give a damn, like
What's on his head? A band
Gimme' a drum and a stick
He tender, bout' a bitch
Somebody tell that boy, "get a grip"
Y'all niggas be makin' me sick
Said what I said, better suck my dick!
Gang, Bitch (Bow-Bow)
Grrahh
Grrahh-Grrahh, uh
(Rockstar, Rockstar)
(I'm a Rockstar)
Grrahh
Slimee-Slimee (Bow-Bow)
Grrahh, Grrahh
Finatic (Blttt, Gang-Gang)
Im So Slimee
Uh (Slimee-Slimee)
I break rules because I can, bitch
I don't give a damn, like
What's on his head? A band
Gimme' a drum and a stick
He tender, bout' a bitch
Somebody tell that boy, "get a grip"
Y'all niggas be makin' me sick
Said what I said, better suck my dick!
Like, wake up, roll me a fat one
Two-point-five, get stuffed in a fat blunt
Lil bro' out the roof, tryna catch one
You can't run, cuz' we gon' catch ya
On bro', can't wait 'til we catch em'
We throwin' shots like Jello
I'll come to ya door, with my little friend, start wavin' that arm like "Hello!"
Grrahh, I'll put his lil ass on a T-shirt
Walkdown, shit start makin' my feet hurt
It's smoke, I carry a steamer
I'll put him to rest dreamer
Uh, last night, I had a dream of coppin' a Beamer
Grrahh-grrahh, I start throwin' them hollow-points at you like a finger
And, I break rules because I can, bitch
I don't give a damn, like
What's on his head? A band
Gimme' a drum and a stick
He tender, bout' a bitch
Somebody tell that boy, "get a grip"
Y'all niggas be makin' me sick
Said what I said, better suck my dick!
Bitch, I know one thing
You better not play with me!
I'll leave ya brains on the curb, if you think you street
Call my gun "a side-kick", cuz' it stay with me
Told Lil Mama that, "she awesome", she gon' spray for me
We gon' get this bread, dough like a bakery
On some real shit, I ain't with the fakery
And, I'll whip a nigga ass like it's slavery
Shut ya mouth, I ain't tryna hear shit that you say to me, bitch! (Shut the f*ck up)
Uh, And, i'm with the shits
Cuz', i'm from the bricks, where its colder than ya wrist
Lil bro' citin' fairytales, all that shit a myth
If he on the turf, then, blitz
I'ma spray at his head like Spritz (Grrahh-Grrahh)
And, I break rules because I can, bitch
I don't give a damn, like
What's on his head? A band
Gimme' a drum and a stick
He tender, bout' a bitch
Somebody tell that boy, "get a grip"
Y'all niggas be makin' me sick
Said what I said, better suck my dick!
Gang, Bitch (Bow-Bow)
Grrahh
Grrahh-Grrahh, uh
(Rockstar, Rockstar)
(I'm a Rockstar)
Writer: Abdullah Bey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid