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Mc Tree G
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Don't E'en Kare
製作：Prod by Xcel Beats
Verse 1
Chicago the city I should run for mayor
I grew up with gangstas I don't know the prayer
The twins always round let me know wat to wear
My ex's back fuckin I don't even care
Niggas don't like me I don't now the reason
40 so light I don't why I need it
Ain't losing no blood and u know I ain't nemic
My main bitch we fuvk and she know how I need it
Know how I need it
She cooking we fuck man you know I ain't leaving
Suck me so good I don't why I cheated
I don't know why I'm cheating
Momma say boy ain't no whole lotta evil
My younger days rolled around whole lotta regals
The party we showed up a whole lot of liters
Got drunk as a skunk made a ho out tamika
They know I don't need em blunt after blunt and lord know I don't need em
Chill by the curb and put more in the meter
Follow nobody you know I'm the leader know I'm leader
My neighborhood haters would show nuff a beat you
Know bout them geekers
Grew up in church so I know
Bout the preacher
Know how to treat her
Wine her I dine her know how to eat her
I'm fucking wit tiny and toya and Tina
Got 3 or 4 rubbers I know bout diseases
Hook
Left a few bitches I loved loved
Don't even care
They already knew wat it was
Don't even care
8 or 900 for jeans
Don't even care
The homie just offered me lean
Don't even care
Verse 2
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I don't need 32 shots I can do good wit a 6
I need a 100 a pop I gotta raise these two kids
Just had abortion in March I gotta pay for the shit
Off of the top I want top I ain't gone play wit a bitch
Know that she know it
I know that she know it
Vodka and liquor ain't no pouring moet
We smoking and laughing it's 4 in the morning
She Ain't got no license she Rollin a foreign
And gripping the grain
My homie stopped rapping start flipping the cane
Up in the party wit 50's again
Sobered on up now I'm tipsy again
These labels is tripping fuck 600 grand
I need 3 or 4 million got dreams I'm fulfilling
The homie got ten years I know how he feeling
Chicago my city you know I'll kill him
Know I kill him
U couldn't see me wit 4 eyes nigga boy I nigga
U may just see me wit 4 guys wit em
Cali for 2 weeks in a low ride nigga
Roll out hit a store roll a hunnit swishes
Hunnit hundreds nigga get it
Homie just hit me
Say he got a couple hoes got a bobby Christi and a izzy
Nigga really he say really
We get in the bar all re my
See me in a rr silly
Wit the arm bar willy
Brought the broads all wit me
Hook
Left a few bitches I loved loved
Don't even care
They already knew wat it was
Don't even care
8 or 900 for jeans
Don't even care
The homie just offered me lean
Don't even care
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