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Sometimes Lyrics - Artist : Chris Webby
You shouldn't give a fuck about me
'Cause I don't give a fuck about you You should probably worry about yourself some time Trying to chill and get high, ay Yeah, I'm comin' with that fire that I got in my belly that's stored within' Crazy since the doc was umbilical cord-snippin' I'm sword grippin', so you better call up the mortician As I take my competition and mop up the floor with 'em They all listen, tracks got 'em hooked like I'm spore fishing You cannot ignore Christian, I'm future award-winning Doing key bumps before pitching a fork in, and call me Darryl Strawberry in the dugout raw sniffing The bombs ticking, the second the songs written They'll all fall victim, and left with their balls missing, like a neutered dog Kill 'em all, bitch I'm John Wick and never not spitting syllables fitting right on rhythm Lover of all women, leaving their jaw dripping Hit it raw like the dots [?] were forbidden Then she rolled it, Oliver Twist like Charles Dickens Put the lighter to the join and get high as a Mars mission Major Tom, Listen, I'm lost on a truck in the stars with spot whippin' These trees that we breathe are as green as lawn trimmings But I think I left my LSD in the jar with 'em Now I'm floating in the sky with diamonds, so uh Nobody bother me alright, I'm vibin' Then I'm, touching down on a private island Heating up whatever climate I'm in You shouldn't give a fuck about me 'Cause I don't give a fuck about you You should probably worry about yourself some time Trying to chill and get high, ay Yeah, you shouldn't give a fuck about me 'Cause I don't give a fuck about you You should probably worry about yourself some time Trying to chill and get high, ay And you're killing vibe I fuck the sheeps, I handle the herd A man of his word, it dripped out and splurged on these animal furs Think you're funny like Hannibal Berg'? You think I'm gonna spend a grand on that purse? Go run your van through a church I put your man in the dirt, came from the land of the cursed Jumped out my mamma's pussy, then went and put my hands on the nurse No more fucks to get it, you dick lickers You bitches is this bitter, because how the wrist glitter The stick leave 'em disfigured, I might tip her six figures If she get my dick stiffer, oh, she got a big sister So what, I'm a sick nigga, the sick for the slick Critter, the fridge got a big britter No bitch, I can't hit Jigga or [?] She always kill my vibe, bitches naggin', stay on repeat I might kill this hoe, now her body floatin' with seaweed I'm sorry, know my thoughts are a bit hairy I've been head on with machete Show love to my nigga Webby Yeah yeah, thank you Jarren, I really appreciate it We them underground killers that cannot believe we made it All we did was leap of faith it, aspire to be the greatest Either way, it's undeniable, shit cannot be debated You was in your grannie's basement, I was in my parent's attic Going spastic with a pad and a pen, trying to write a classic They rejected me coming up, would tell me I fucking suck I kept an attitude to give a negative twenty fucks So what you give a fuck about me for, I've been with the bottom feeders on the sea floor Now I've got that C4, I've been blowing up And they need more, record, leave a beat torn, I'm in peak form When I'm rocking shit it's obvious that I gotta get, without the props that I should probably get, or acknowledgement For my accomplishments, but I don't rock with the politics Get off my dick, suck and swallow it, bitch You shouldn't give a fuck about me 'Cause I don't give a fuck about you You should probably worry about yourself some time Trying to chill and get high, ay Yeah, you shouldn't give a fuck about me 'Cause I don't give a fuck about you You should probably worry about yourself some time Trying to chill and get high, ay Don't be killing my vibe, yeah |
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