Abel - Don't Give a f** About Cha lyrics

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Abel - Don't Give a f** About Cha lyrics

[Hook] I don't give a f** about cha' Ya know, I'm just tryin' to get that p**y out cha' Ya know I'm the one ya should be lookin' out for Lil' ho but I'm still gon' do good without cha' for sho' [Verse 1] I got too many hoes for you n***as to know what to do with Still but always got room for a little bit Cause I do sh** n***as only get to see in movies Like lay in the tub and let three b**hes do me All of em' top notch That's the only way to ever lay in my spot n***a, cause I got b**hes on the East Bank, hoes on the East Coast A-Cla** b**hes with big pockets and deep throats I see no reason that they come with no vision Once I get into position, they changin' their religion Listen, I don't trust em' n***a I don't love em' Play like I'ma get a rubber and switch her with my brother What the f** them hoes think this is the "Love Boat" You at a motherf**in' gangsta's crib, we cut throats We tag team em' till they can't stand up (But all my girls do) And what, and what [Hook] [Verse 2] It takes a n***a like meee To run the right geee I put a b**h on her kneeees Before I break out with the cheeeese Boy I work strip clubs from New Orleans to A-T-L Up in Houston shootin' game on gay females Clientele bring me mail, partner livin' swell Gorilla pimpin' p**y sells, n***a you can't tell I pimp a b**h until a motherf**er pa** out In front of that hotel room waitin' with my hands out If she don't come to the door with my cash out I reach back like a pimp and knock her a** out Don't think with ya penis become a genius Hoes be double teamin' send em' to the f**in' cleaners Let me catch you in my pockets lookin' for my wallet Soon as you got like an eye out of socket I tell ya, you could do bad all by yourself So I could leave ya broke a** off in the Melf b**h I'll take ya f**in' last, add it to my wealth Then I scratch off, laughin' to myself [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Now, now, now, now When the wrinkles on my hand and the wrinkles on my balls Spit the type of sh** that'll make a dog b**h fall To her knees so quick she'll get skid marks Lick a n***a dick from daybreak till it gets pitch dark Ain't no beatin' around the bush Besides ain't no slackin' in my mackin' ain't no eatin' around ya tush Look, the game that I spit will make Orphan Annie quit Talkin' that tomorrow sh** and just lick a n***a dick It's all good in the small hood I don't think you know how many hoes one call could Get me but ah let me clear my throat, uh uh Take note playboy I'm low (Hey baby) I'm bumpin' through ya hood soon But I don't want cha' cat the mack just wanna shoot cha' Moon Grease it down with ya finger And all the way through with my trusty sidekick stinger Click, dip from the phone booth Next thing I know I'm under ya ho under ya own roof And I'm in there like swimwear Do ya think him care...yeah [Hook repeated till the end]

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