C Note - We Don't Give a f** lyrics

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C Note - We Don't Give a f** lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah JK, C-Note/Botany Boys Balling, Mob Click (my n***a JK, break em off some'ing) [JK] Represent to the fullest, so many be toting bullets Opening up your eyes and see, your life can end up drastically And to me this f**ed up game mayn, I'm f**ing with n***as that crack slang So many homies done got buried, man it made me insane Ready for war where the guns last, out in this war when the guns blast f**ing with me, done gave your life a chance to feel my wrath quick lil' bad b**h made n***as wanna hate on us, soldier made n***as but in God we trust Still in the game where we quick to bust, bunch of cops wanna f** with us How many n***as wanna fade the G's, real a** n***as with the cocoa leaves Icing the cake floss baked don't leave, what you see not what it be n***as wanna see me, I'm on the 33rd block The n***a don't get enough, cause I don't give a f** [Hook - 2x] The n***a don't get enough, cause we don't give a f** n***a we don't give a f**, we don't give a f** n***a he don't give a f**, n***a they don't give a f** n***a she don't give a f**, we don't give a f** [C-Note] Shipping the coke by the boats, bezeltynes up on my throat Fully choppers what we tote, leaving them haters up in smoke All because he with the coke, yeah them n***as came up short Simply tried to play the smoke, sending bullets all through his coat f** around and get tossed up, f** around and get crossed up Do more than shoot your house up, you know to keep your mouth shut Put them blades up on the truck, put the wood off in the buck Clovers boys wouldn't give a f**, it's suited up and shoot it up Ride all day co*k they K, boys don't play that black and grey Stay the f** up out my way, chopper bullets I'm gon spray Pulling them stunts and popping them trunks, rolling that skunk and light the blunts Seen the crowd all up in front, we giving the fans just what they want From H-Town to Oklahoma, I'ma put it down just like I wanna Yellow bones n***a I'ma bone em, jump in the bub gon hit the corner Botany Big Shots on the monoblocks, keep the block hot screwed up the spot Sitting three wheeler off in the drop, see me with a Glock co*ked down your block [Hook] [JK] b**h made n***as it's Note and me, on the one first quick like a G Leaving n***as face down in reality, n***as ain't strong when they on the streets f**ing with the n***as that be on my block, what set you from n***a this a chamber lock What you sipping on n***a has a lil' more rocks, what you lean on n***a I serving rock How many n***as gon feel our wrath, how many n***as gon feel our past C-Note and JK on a paper chase, Oklahoma City and Texas plates [C-Note] Texas plates out them gate, show em how we do it all through the states Shipping c.d.'s off by the crates, the boys down South mayn holding weight We some real n***as don't give a f**, ride around town in a trophy truck Me and JK co*k that K, them mark a** n***as they f**ed with us [Hook - 2x]

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