Michael Christmas - Who Cares lyrics

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Michael Christmas - Who Cares lyrics

Yaaas b**h, play that piano, b**h yaaas [Verse 1: Michael Christmas] Phone dry like I let mine sit inside rice One man, no friends, just Empire and fried rice Mom still got keys to my crib, that's not right Cause she claim she the law, but f** that I know my rights Short days and the long nights Lazy livin' legend get it with my [?] Just stay awake write this sh** and jerk my dick I fall asleep 'round 6 or 7 am Baggy eyes, Family Matters, Nick At Night I'm the man, get it right Every day I'm close to dying [Hook: Michael Christmas] But who really cares? Not me Said who really cares? Not me If I die today, tomorrow throw me a party Invite all none of my shorties And don't nobody feel sorry I'm singing who really cares? not me [Verse 2: Michael Christmas] Ballerific like it's all terrific Make a Lamborghini out of Honda Civic Stole a candy bar when I was little Brought it back, I didn't want to go to prison Good kid in a bitter city If you wanna get me better talk to [BLEEP] I been taking hella naps and writing hella raps ‘cause nothing else is really sticking 808 no heartbreak Drums might make the car shake Drums might wake your mama up Happy kid like the arcade Spit it, make you do the bar face No battle rappin' but I get a basket You pick Stephen Curry, why the f** you braggin' Villanova High n***a splashin' Belly flop I came in with a face that look like a caveman Me and Roy work from 8:10 in the am back to 8:10 Things never be the same as when sh** was back in the day Didn't go to college but I would've pledged Broke Phi Broke till I got the K [Hook] [Verse 3: $ilkMoney] DumDum a** n***as, these n***as s**ers Givin' out concussions like early suppers Uncle Ruckus f**ers better kick the bucket Wayne Range in the garage, I just hope the truck fit Want gold on my bicuspids So I speak money in every discussion Spitting budgets Giving Midus dick Leavin' coochies flooded No Katrina, talkin bout I leave it ruby studded Got 2 pocks and they both Biggie Loose jogs holdin' up the semi Pendent round my neck look like Frozone kidney Smokin CFC I gotta ozone with me Cobrah Command yah b**h to do all my bidding Then program a disk in the harddrive of her tittie With an encrypted message About my secret weapon And where I hid the second if the first went hectic [Hook]

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