Big Sean - IDFWU (Remix) lyrics

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Big Sean - IDFWU (Remix) lyrics

[Pre-Hook] I don’t f*ck with you You lil st*pid a*s b*tch, I ain’t f*ckin’ with you You lil, you lil dumb a*s b*tch, I ain’t f*ckin’ with you I got a million trillion things I’d rather f*ckin’ do Than to be f*ckin’ with you, lil st*pid a*s [Hook] I don’t give a f*ck, I don’t give a f*ck I don’t, I don’t, I don’t give a f*ck b*tch, I don’t give a f*ck about you, or anything that you do Don’t give a f*ck about you, or anything that you do [Verse 1] I heard you got a new man, I see you takin’ a pic Then you post it up, thinkin’ that its makin’ me sick I see you calling, I be makin’ it quick I’mma answer that sh*t like: “I don’t f*ck with you” b*tch I got no feelings to go I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go I mean for real, f*ck how you feel f*ck your two cents if it ain’t goin’ towards the bill, yeah And everyday I wake up celebratin’ sh*t, why? Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy b*tch I stuck to my guns, that’s what made me rich That’s what put me on, that’s what got me here That’s what made me this And everything that I do is my first name (B-I-G) These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain Ain’t nothin’ but trill in me, aw man, silly me I just bought a crib, three stories, that b*tch a trilogy And you know I’m rollin’ weed that’s f*ckin’ up the ozone I got a b*tch that text me, she ain’t got no clothes on And then another one text, then your a*s next And I’m gonna text your a*s back like [Pre-Hook] + [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Got a million things on my mind, executive deals online Limited amount of time, chasin’ these dollar signs and you ain’t on your grind You liable to find me up in the MGM casino in the D f*ckin’ off fetti I coulda put on property From the Bay to the Murder Mitten, my n*ggas put murder missions She choosin’, that’s her decision, free my n*ggas in prison On the phone with a b*tch who can’t do sh*t For a pimp but make a n*gga hella rich Got a blunt in my dental, blowin’ hemp in a rental On my way, to Sacramento, late night, Arsenio I’m never sentimental, go hard or go homeless Barely Harley, I’m chromeless, you might end up domeless I bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin’ me I’ll make a b*tch stand outside forever like the Statue of Liberty Rest in pimp, Pimp C, underground king of the South I raise my Styrofoam up, and pour some drank in my mouth Why you always coming around with bad news? Say you want me to win, but hope I lose Askin’ if I rock with other n*ggas in the crew But them n*ggas cool, it’s just that [Pre-Hook] + [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I got a new chick that I gotta thank God for I got a new whip that I gotta thank the lot for Yeah I got a lot but want a lot more Yeah we in the buildin’ but I’m tryna take it to the top floor I swear I hear some new bullsh*t every day I’m wakin’ up It seems like nowadays everybody breakin’ up That sh*t can break you down if you lose a good girl I guess you need a bad b*tch to come around and make it up I guess drama makes for the best content Everything got a bad side, even a conscience Now you’re drinkin’ ’til you’re unconscious Feel me when you get a fine b*tch Just don’t forget to read the fine print Life got me meditatin’ like I’m in the Himalayas Keep it G with the L lit on me like the elevator Yeah I know that karma’s too real so I hope you doin’ cool But still st*pid a*s b*tch I ain’t f*ckin’ with you Little st*pid a*s I ain’t f*ckin with I ain’t f*ckin’, I ain’t, I ain’t f*ckin’ with you I ain’t f*ckin’ with you (Straight up)