Chop Diesel - I Don't Give a f** lyrics

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Chop Diesel - I Don't Give a f** lyrics

[Hook: Nas samples (AZ)] "I was destined to come" (Yeah) "What you expect?" (Quiet money for life) "I don't give a f** now" (The so-ciety game returns) "As a clever n***a, nuttin to play with" "Thank God he blew breath in my lungs" (Urban wars) "I was destined to come" (Dream Team baby) "What you expect?" (Fall back y'all) "I don't give a f** now" "As a clever n***a, (I Don't Give a f**) nuttin to play with" "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs" [AZ:] I'm known global, blooded out pimp by coastal Rap mobile, low key, anti-social Smoke gray Timbs, criss fade, wave to sin White Denali, teared it up, flagrant rims I'm no thief, I live by the code of the streets I hold heat, but no need to go in the deep Don for real with the same gotti traumata pill Von o niel, embraced by the arms of the ill Art of war, a hundred men, cars galore Wanted men, who couldn't see in robbin the law Live or not, I'm one half divide the block And I can show you how to take cash and bribe the cops And from the bars to the backyards, alleys and aves Subtracted, divide, add up, tally the math Stand direct, for dolo demand respect Hand solo, sit back and watch the plans connect Ya heard [Hook: x2] (without ad-libs) [AZ:] I rock coogies but need fatigues, holdin the co*k oozie The block school me, cuties drop your doobies It's on now, some claim I'm wrong but how Been indited so watch, rhyme, pull on my trial Blow with me, I'm like the life of that old 50 I dose quickly, moves is so shifty Days been broke, on corners with them trays of coke It was the dirty hustle money that raise my folks Tights from jail, few n***as might see bail It's kinda foul when you watch n***as wifies tell Flip-on who?, I still wore wrist on blue Yall know my style, M.I.A. but I miss yall too Tryin to remain breathin, hot blocks never change seasons Bodies get caught for the strangest reasons Breath the smoke, and time for me is need to coke Won't stop till I stack it all and flee the coast [Hook: x2] [AZ:] So now I toast, to all my close n***as that's ghost Yall know the sos only soft n***as worry the most Come and get me, sh**, I'm nasty like Ken Griffy n***as is sissies, I bought some men with me Wait til the Heny' hit me, hope that sin lift me Never smile, style is wild, only grin strictly Your main supplier, for days in the same retier Sat and watch n***as used to get it again and expire Deep in thought, spit it like a street report I rep alone still I stand without no feet support f** the threats, I rip necks of s**in a tech Either that or ice picks stuck in ya neck I play different I put a work stay consistent I love paper, plus a n***a praise commitment Dead the jokes I'm near when the bread get boast So f** me, ask your b**h who get head the most [Hook: (AZ)] "I was destined to come" (Ya heard?) "What you expect?" ('Chall n***as want?) "I don't give a f** now" (It's on) "As a clever n***a, nuttin to play with" (It's time to yall get it) "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs" (The god has returned) "I was destined to come" (BK don) "What you expect?" "I don't give a f** now" (So-ci, Visualiza) "As a clever n***a, nuttin to play with" (This is quiet money for life) "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"

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