Fabolous - We Don't Give A

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Go head, throw up nigga
 Yea yea ok, I know you
 I know, I know

 [Verse 1]
 If you wanna have smaller digits
 The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit
 Every week, pay em all a visit
 I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it
 I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
 Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
 O.k, I'll rap a little faster
 But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor
 I'm like you except I date supermodels
 The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow
 We get the same parties probably
 My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy
 And I dont front for nothin'
 I likes, I gets, I want for nothin'
 I'm givin' ya straight answers
 And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer

 Say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk
 Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
 Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
 Live how you wanna live, try if you wanna die

 [Verse 2]
 I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
 I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
 Bitches who look, close to Madonna,
 Dosie cabanna, toast by a ?
 I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya
 Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor
 for niggaz who supposed to be drama
 I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna
 Get head while I'll roast in a sauna
 F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that?
 And I aint concerned wit the scandals
 Cause its all bullshit my attroneys can handle
 Ya insides be burnin like candles
 Rippin down posters, turnin' the channels
 You wanna end up on the ern on the mantle nigga, yea


 [Verse 3]
 I look at these brothers and laugh
 Jealous niggas dont hate havin, just others that have
 I still got love for the av.,
 Come through to give ya niggas girls baby mothers my math
 I speak on others behalf, only hate makin money
 and gotta give the government half
 You know this brother live last
 And not even Mike seen Jordans in the colors I have
 I used to run from undercovers like Shaft
 That was until this young playa got shoved into the draft
 Now I'm covered in ice, like Bruce Lee's body
 Niggas is scared, to lose these hotties
 Talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill
 We dont give a fuck nigga
 Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
 If you live its luck nigga

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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: WEA International Inc.


Released in: 2001

Language: English

Appearing on: Ghetto Fabolous (2001)

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