You're Welcome. - Celibate

I'm not really giving too many many fucks
I'm not really giving too many many fucks
Fuck it it's drought I can't even give you one
Damn I raised your jit
Like that nigga was my son (uh-uh-uh)
I'm not really giving too many many fucks
Yeah
I'm not really giving too many many fucks
She said that her inspiration shameless
And that a young nigga no he can't tame shit
Imma drunk yah
Imma alcoholic
Im high as shit yeah
I'm off that whatchacallit
Yesterday I smoked some shit that didn't even get me high
So today I robbed that plug no he can't get by
If you cross me then I crucify your third eye
It's only one step between living nigga and then you die
Finesse the finesser
Keep my carbon with suppresor
Aint no lacking ain't no lesser
Finesse the finesser
Let God be your protector
They'll record you on a stretcher
This my first love
This my first love
Off too many drugs
Bass turnt up (aye)
It's Ironic cause I love myself sober
I promise when I get high I just do it for the culture (aye-aye)
I say fuck it it gas in public
My fragrance a ounce and my neighbors love it
I do it for my ogs with the impounded Cutlass
Fuck if you ball bitch we dropping buckets
Ball like Sam Jackson
Shoot like Stephen jackson
But these niggas mad just cause I don't bring my cleats to practice
Fuck yo bitch for practice
Call her model Magic
Oops I gave a to fuck yo bitch
She lemme have
Told me put back in
Den she reversed her back end
Shawty play with my semen
Then she feed it to her friend
Finesse the finesser
Keep my carbon with suppresor
Aint no lacking ain't no lesser
Finesse the finesser
Let God be your protector
They'll record you on a stretcher

Written by:
J'Vente DeVeaux, Michael Roper, Yero Winborne

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