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GIVE NO FUCKS !
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Nascar Aloe
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Yeah, what, Nascar came in this Ugh, ugh, whoa Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, might spill on my Balenciagas Cannot do no show unless you talkin' dollars Choppa is Keyshia Cole, they sing just like opera Yeah my b*t*h got a fat a**, yeah she proper Ship that pack, get it back, we eatin' lobster Seen you lackin' last week, I coulda got ya They call me OJ Juicy Man, the way I'm catchin' plays Yeah you know I need a Wells or a BOA Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique B*t*h I am Nascar, no AutoZone Drivin' too fast, not no chaperone Shawty love me but I do her wrong I'm 'bout my bread, hoe f**k what you on Balance that a** like a tightrope Shawty throatin' my sh*t, think she might choke Don't think you should f**k with my cult Cause they worship my sh*t like the Bible Why he keep talkin' like his a** was relevant? That b*t*h be lyin' and sayin' she celibate They want a feature so bad that they beg for it These f**kboys rookies, but I am a veteran I Billie Jean the b*t*h, I put my d**k after she told me she to sh*t Ain't like the previous, I am the Devil, can't go where the preacher is Raise hell, raise hell I don't think these pu**y boys 'round you is raised well Shooters get the message and spread it like chain mail Yeah salt and pepper, I don't use the same scale B*t*h I get the toll for free but you pay retail He think that he better than me, that boy, he shell They keep puttin' dirt on my name but I prevail Now I'm gettin' guap and they salty like seashell not the Illuminati, I don't keep no Glock B*t*h I tote the shotty, do him sloppy, then I send him off Throw the Maserati, sold yo thotty, I just need the guap I'm a sh*tty copy, catchin' bodies, I'm gon' watch 'em drop Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts Turnt up-Turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique Give no f**k, don't give no sh*ts B*t*h I'm turnt up with my clique
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