Tree - Don't E'en Kare lyrics

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Tree - Don't E'en Kare lyrics

Verse 1 Chicago the city I should run for mayor I grew up with gangstas I don't know the prayer The twins always round let me know wat to wear My ex's back f**in I don't even care n***as don't like me I don't now the reason 40 so light I don't why I need it Ain't losing no blood and u know I ain't nemic My main b**h we fuvk and she know how I need it Know how I need it She cooking we f** man you know I ain't leaving s** me so good I don't why I cheated I don't know why I'm cheating Momma say boy ain't no whole lotta evil My younger days rolled around whole lotta regals The party we showed up a whole lot of liters Got drunk as a skunk made a ho out tamika They know I don't need em blunt after blunt and lord know I don't need em Chill by the curb and put more in the meter Follow nobody you know I'm the leader know I'm leader My neighborhood haters would show nuff a beat you Know bout them geekers Grew up in church so I know Bout the preacher Know how to treat her Wine her I dine her know how to eat her I'm f**ing wit tiny and toya and Tina Got 3 or 4 rubbers I know bout diseases Hook Left a few b**hes I loved loved Don't even care They already knew wat it was Don't even care 8 or 900 for jeans Don't even care The homie just offered me lean Don't even care Verse 2 I don't need 32 shots I can do good wit a 6 I need a 100 a pop I gotta raise these two kids Just had abortion in March I gotta pay for the sh** Off of the top I want top I ain't gone play wit a b**h Know that she know it I know that she know it Vodka and liquor ain't no pouring moet We smoking and laughing it's 4 in the morning She Ain't got no license she Rollin a foreign And gripping the grain My homie stopped rapping start flipping the cane Up in the party wit 50's again Sobered on up now I'm tipsy again These labels is tripping f** 600 grand I need 3 or 4 million got dreams I'm fulfilling The homie got ten years I know how he feeling Chicago my city you know I'll k** him Know I k** him U couldn't see me wit 4 eyes n***a boy I n***a U may just see me wit 4 guys wit em Cali for 2 weeks in a low ride n***a Roll out hit a store roll a hunnit swishes Hunnit hundreds n***a get it Homie just hit me Say he got a couple hoes got a bobby Christi and a izzy n***a really he say really We get in the bar all re my See me in a rr silly Wit the arm bar willy Brought the broads all wit me Hook Left a few b**hes I loved loved Don't even care They already knew wat it was Don't even care 8 or 900 for jeans Don't even care The homie just offered me lean Don't even care

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