Breakaway Beats - IDC lyrics

Baby I don't care (x4) [Verse 1: Danny Bravo] It's like I got a bad b**h fetish (uh) So sweet, why I'm diabetic? (uh) Walk up to her, "where you heading?" (uh) I got an anaconda, wanna pet it? (uh) She asked if I like her dress, I like what's underneath it I said she looks like someone that I'm about to sleep with And she seems fit with those bright eyes And she seems fit with those tight thighs And she seems fit for a queen b**h And she fiends dick for those white lies, ah I'll work you out, baby girl don't sweat it Get that heart rate racing, somebody call the medic I know you got a man, baby I don't care He ain't in my plans, baby I don't care Get your girlfriend, we can get outta here Now she's like "but Danny, he's right over there!" sh**, baby I don't care All that cuffing sh** is pathetic You and your girlfriend can both get it And I don't really give a motherf** and you can bet it [Hook: Danny Bravo] Say your friends all gone? Baby I don't care Got a man back home? Baby I don't care Now he blowing up your phone? Baby I don't care I'm getting in my zone, we can go cause you know baby I don't care Baby I don't care Baby I don't care Baby I don't care I'm getting in my zone, we can go cause you know baby I don't care [Verse 2: Dee Harry] Oh that's your b**h? sh**, n***a I don't care Oh that's your b**h? sh**, n***a I don't care Left the rubber at home, baby I don't care Guarantee I hit it right, baby have no fear She rockin' red like riding hood And I'm a beast like a tiger would She got a man, still let me hit I got the stroke like Tiger Woods Hole in one in your main b**h That good head, that Cambridge That "if she call, I ain't saying sh**" I'ma let her mess with your lame sh** On top like a fitted cap She let me pet that kitty cat She popped the p**y, popped the p**y God damn I'm like gimme dat Gimme dat, God damn I'm like gimme dat Gimme dat, God damn I'm like gimme dat! [Verse 3: Danny Bravo] God damn I'm like gimme dat! Raw dawg, pure recklessness When it comes to the kitty cat, I'm a perfectionist We can go to the bar or we can go to the beach Getcha out your bikini bottom, let me see those sandy cheeks She said she feeling good, well how you feel about f**ing? One night, keep it on the low, we'll take it slow, no rushing Her man won't ever know so I ain't worried about nothing She said she on the pill so I ain't worried about nuttin' (ah!) [Hook]