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    Lil Jon / Lyrics

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    "I Don't Give A..." Lyrics

    Lil Jon feat. Mystikal and Krayzie Bone

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    [Chorus]
    You ride up to the club nigga, I don't give a fuck
    Sick of yo' ass in the club bitch, I don't give a fuck
    Drinkin' cris in the v.i., I don't give a fuck
    Talkin' shit 'bout me, bitch I don't give a fuck
    You gotta pocket full of money nigga, I don't give a fuck
    You drinkin' off with them ho's bitch, I don't give a fuck
    In the club wit yo' pussy click, I don't give a fuck
    Security on my dick bitch, I don't give a fuck

    Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas
    Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas
    I got that eastside wit me, I don't give a fuck
    Got that westside wit me, I don't give a fuck

    Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas
    Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas
    I got that north side wit me, I don't give a fuck
    I got that southside wit me, I don't give a fuck

    We rollin' deep in this bitch so fuck why'all niggas
    We rollin' deep in this bitch so fuck why'all niggas
    I got that dirty south wit me, I don't give a fuck
    I got that midwest wit me, I don't give a fuck

    If security step up we'll crush dem niggas
    If security step up we'll crush dem niggas
    I got that east coast wit me, I don't give a fuck
    I got that west coast with me, I don't give a fuck

    [Chorus]

    Man I do this in spite, my mom ain't married, bitch I'm a bastard
    Nigga I fuck over me, you know what I do to these rappers
    They come in here huffin' and puffin'
    And screamin' and cussin' and bustin' they verses

    Nigga you betta calm yo' ass down unless you excited to see me in person
    I'm rollin' with thugs and felons ughhh, that's 'cause it's own killaz
    We gon' teach you ol' punk ass niggas to respect us authority figures
    Throw one of a kind boy when we be pourin' up in the club

    You're going down boy too bad fuck ya, sorry for ya
    Listen let's not to get shook, but I ain't the one to come lookin'
    Cause all I can tell the police is, I am not a crook
    I fuck big fine bitches, my dick get hard, watch it grow

    Then gimme fine head, blow my shotgun, tastes good don't it
    Now tell me that ain't the life, tellin' me my niggas ain't for life
    Now tell me that shit ain't tight
    Tell me that why'all want to be just like me

    I beat these bitches down, I watch these cowards up
    Nigga you talkin' shit (huh) hoe you tryna power up

    [Chorus]

    Why'all niggas ain't ready for this, muthafuckas ain't steady for this
    Cause why'all still ain't learn, nigga got a 4-4 cocked
    In a flick so hot make a muthafucka feel that burn
    Niggas say word, where da herb

    You stay up off my dick don't back talk my nigga finna' get up in 'em
    Back up off of this nigga
    The one nigga that fucked up they shut up the talkin
    Barkin' betta block 'em off the nigga talkin, sparkin

    Betta watch and dodge and never mind he caught it
    Where da thugs at up in this bitch, fuck a nigga up why'all represent
    Gimme some gin, gimme some hen
    Naw just gimme both and I'll mix it all in

    Who want to take a lil' sip of this in, let me get ya twisted man
    Niggas on fire, don't stop droppin' dem that's a lie, we just won't die
    We come back flya than ever, higher than ever this time
    Wit venomous rhymes

    So any nigga want to get involved, what you think you can fuck wit my dogs
    Nigga you thinkin' you rubbin' us while we're thuggin this
    Did you think you can fuck wit us, bone, bone-bone-bone-bone
    You ready to do this the hell with the song

    We ain't gotta tell you it's on, you know this
    Poppin' the glock to put a stop to the ho shit
    Why'all still can't fuck wit us and never will because
    We too fuckin' cold, too fuckin bold
    Got too many souljas ready to roll wit da goddamn bone

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Anthony Lee N Henderson, Sammie Norris, James N Phillips, Jonathan H Smith, Michael N Tyler.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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