Dyemond Lewis

Dyemond Lewis - No Fucks Given lyrics

rate me

I stiill not see you guys

I wrap the grammy not on Z-s

With the bang-bangers slamers, but that ain’t bout that mean

Wrap you set you pose nothin’

But I see the niggas can put to see, but a lil nigga wip go hard

And that’s a lil nigga I had hot

Alwayse in trouble school call my angles chool don’t need your body

But your son get a little stufler

Thank you mom for the pass groopies

Cuz if you didn’t then my ass wouldn’t be how I am today

A wise old man have a lot to say

Wont, wrong moves and a lot to change

And a lot of niggas will not got the streath

Ooh, Lord oh lord I give my soul to be that light that lied the beating

To got it most I feel they live, they left wihtout a reason

I know that feeling, you hit the smoke they hit the cealing

You think you need it in your system cuz it help you sleeping

I know, in know man I ain’t judge the shit I do it to

Gte your money, feed you family and put up a couped

And I let you know don’t never look down before oyu leave

It’s only two ways to live in this life

You move all this shit

Don’t get no pop and he told me where is at

We don’t get no time, we coming for the cash

We only get high,

No fuck he’s coming for the cash

On that buggy life,

No fuck, no fuck, no fuck

They coming for that

Sunshine,

Hey yo, but this is super dupper

It’s like in air up on my forty seven shit

Took some time off, just to sit back and study shit

And I took a grave with for the super dupper pow with

Then I’’m stuck grany and I’m luck

Got you wandering in my time

Bitch I’m leaning, leaning to join the move with the

And I am higher then the I settle and I bust your bitch and leaving my tag

So what you gonna do whe they gonna come for you

Cuz it’s like will be the truth

Tell me shit just like we do

For ego got the green smoke in the back

And you know we ain’t stressing and we using to be laught

And also for the fact it took me five seconds just to balance on my choper

Rest in piece, loader smoke at your reverence

That’s the old marry high

We wave high to the heavers, why we smoke, drink and high

We don’t gte no problem, we coming for the track

We coming for the trap, this way, this way you wave back

We don’t give no trap

We own that fucking trap

We coming for the trap, this way, this way you wave back

Smoking and trap, smoking and trap

Smoking and trap, smoking and trap

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