Trae Tha Truth - I Don't Give A f** lyrics

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Trae Tha Truth - I Don't Give A f** lyrics

[Intro:] Chea I'm back on my sh**, n***a [Hook - Trae Tha Truth:] Keep playing with me, I'm in this b**h And can no one f** with me, I hear the talk But you ain't talking with me, keep popping off I bet this chopper come see, I don't give no f**s I don't give a f**, n***a, I don't give a f** I don't give a f**, n***a, I don't give a f** (I don't give no f**s) I don't give a f**, n***a, I don't give a f** (Yeah) I don't give a f**, n***a, I don't give a f** [Verse 1 - Trae Tha Truth:] Why you all on my dick? That's that sh** I don't like Ho n***as can't make me believe I'm trappin', it's gon' be cold nights f** n***as always got something to say I'm king, other n***as all in the way Get your block in your whip, tip all in a day Boss move, checkmate that was all in the play A couple n***as don't like me, oh well Get a pillow while they b**h go tell That tough men sh** just don't sell Streets ride my train I won't fail I don't lip box, I just send shots Or put a n***a face on the back of a milk box f** that rap sh**, I'm a gangster I don't get stressed n***a, I get sh** poppin' What the f** is you looking at, n***a? Keep tryna play stiff and get found in a box Just know when I show up on n***as That Mac-11 got me feelin' like Pac They say I'm the realest I know it I bet I show up when I come in this b**h I go to trippin' it's over, no point of talkin' It ain't nothing to fix [Hook] [Verse 2 - Rick Ross:] Never scared to die (No), see the look in my eye (Boss) n***a tried to wack me, still drop top in my ride f** this sympathy ho, hit you in your El Camino Got that eight figure park deal, n***a still quit to sling dope Get high blowin' that smoke, I die before I go broke Your baby mama my thot, my eighth year I'm still high Your house less than my watch, my watch over your life Ain't no b**h bad than my b**h and I f**ed your b**h twice Boss sippin' that drank, Boss twistin' that dank Boss gettin' that bank, just bought Holyfield's estate That's just weed money lil n***a, where your money lil n***a Leave a hole in your n***a, when we run down on your n***a Punk [gunshots] [Hook] [Outro:] I don't give no f**s Yeeaah