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ASAP Ferg

I Don't Care

 

I Don't Care


[Chorus Marty Baller:]
I don't care who shot you
I don't care who popped you
I don't care who robbed you
Silly nigga, I am not you
I don't care who robbed you
Turn you into a fossil
Now all you niggas scared cause you know I'm a mob dude
I don't care who shot you
I don't care who popped you
I don't care who robbed you
Silly nigga, I am not you
I don't care who robbed you
Turn you into a fossil
Now you niggas scared cause you know I'm a mob dude

[Verse 1 A$AP Ferg:]
Put a couple bands up on your head
Tell em, hit you with five shots til you dead
One through the arm, then one through the leg
The other three come later right after you dead
Tell me how you feel with your life in my palm
Kiss the ring, Corleone, just announce me The Don
Sit back in my three-piece-suit, sipping
We know who dead, we just from
I got some infiltrators that be after my paper
I put some money on his head cause he show me his anus
Who you write on the hand that feed you
Don't believe you
I can tell by the look in your eyes you live in equal
I am just giving you a teaspoon
Team of hard, colder than a igloo
Once he was my brother, now he is a sucker
Long kiss, now it's time to kill this motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 A$AP Ferg:]
That be the same niggas that you grew up with, two-cup with
That one nigga you fuck with
Ain't have money for food and shit, 2 bucks with
Now he looking at you like he got too much shit
Be the same niggas that'll go and hug your momma
Same nigga that you would call while you run into drama
Trust, wasn't the issue
We was riding with honour
Then you started moving funny, I still loved you regardless
Yea I had to take a step back and look at the problem
Had to, clear my mind from all the mirages
Yea, you betrayed a nigga
Think I don't know?
Don't be surprised if you see some niggas at your door Blaw!

[Chorus]

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