Ricky Hil - I Don't Listen lyrics

I hope, give you patience, give you pleasure I hope i never, forget you ever Tougher than my lever Even if she immature that's what i prefer I used to wanna fu*k my teacher I still wanna, but now i wanna meet my reaper Damn that sounds immature Down i sound like a devil in the church Move a pound til my mother start to curse, at me Smoke weed til i start to look slapped, happy I used to fu*k a b*tch when see had @ me And she used to try put my homie on thе da? for me Man that b*tch was Disney Man that OG will leavе you dizzy Man that whisky will keep me pissy Ain't it crazy that Trel got a baby by Chrissy? All my ex b*tches miss me And the b*tch that's with me Is way more pretty than Whitney And i'm way more witty, than you ever heard Slick Rick couldn't find a better word My new b*tch like Chanel that what she prefer (she wear fur) My ex b*tch ain't ahead of her My new b*tch you could catch me headin' her Limosa Nostra, better for the worse Hat back b*tch, like i'm Fred Durst In the grave i immerse What up girl keep one of my bags in her purse If you really want it, you'll be tryna meet me Ill be piped up, in my truck bout to ? I know you ain't paying, you a fu*k you a leach You gon try to try me you gon try to reach I need to count, overseas I'll take a bullet for my knees From the breeze to my knees The only thing that put me at ease I wonder if god believes Moving pounds to the floor, the keys We ain't moving if we don't believe That we really got our prices cheap And we really got the best weed We don't ever got that stress, weed We the real to the ending We gonna live, its just the beginning You don't gotta start to stress me Ain't nobody but Tess with me I take the devil to heaven with me We used to pop ecstasy Daily we ain't get this sh*t for free 80, just for three You won't find no one better than me I think my mind is far ahead of me fu*k Lacy i ain't fu*k her but i fu*k Bre I fu*k ? and Z.T Ion love her but i said she'll have my baby Then she killed it and that sh*t made be crazy When i go home maybe ill be different Maybe ill pay attention and ill start to listen Maybe i'm pretentious and i don't listen Cause i been to prison and detention {ooh} Na na na na Stop breathing No no no no Stop breathing I know you don't want the preachin I know you don't want the believin La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la No you don't want the bleedin And you don't preaching (pretext)