40 Cal - Ignorant feat. JR Writer lyrics
rate me[Hook]
Hey yo, I’m young, black and ignorant, ignorant
I don’t give a shit, I never did, I never will
I’m what a menace is
Never wanna listen if it ain’t about money
Not a role model got models to roll for me
Talk about it, talk about it, huh
But talk bread, don’t waste myime
Talk about it, talk about it, huh
But talk bread, my time is money
Talk bread, what you said?
You can tell I don’t give a fuck
My license suspended, I ride titted up
Blinker top like nigga what?
Traffic cops try to ticket us, ridiculous
You know how I give it up in they face
Quick, I rip it up
I live it up like the rules don’t apply
It’s called a highway, way I drive a coupe to get high
And I’m get fly, no suit and a tie
But I could pay your mom’s rent, off the shoes that I buy
What kind of studend and mime, that stunt on my features
I be man, the dealer keeps there nothing but beamers new
Better do better with,
Must be genius, know about taking nothing, making something for pieces
I’m, what a beast is, well here’s a mean thought
You throw me in the jungle, I come back with meat coats
And gator shoes, can show you how the scheme boat
Had self esteem when I bought myself a steam boat
Dope make the fiends croak, that’s how I know it’s good
Now like it’s what a true strang, I control the hood
Blowing kush steady tryina get my commas up
If it ain’t sex on the plane, we give a flying fuck!
[Hook]
Hey yo, I’m young, black and ignorant, ignorant
I don’t give a shit, I never did, I never will
I’m what a menace is
Never wanna listen if it ain’t about money
Not a role model got models to roll for me
Talk about it, talk about it, huh
But talk bread, don’t waste myime
Talk about it, talk about it, huh
But talk bread, my time is money
Talk bread, what you said?
Look, young black and ignorant, but I’m dominican
I get it in, plus you dumb whack, I’m listening
I don’t hear shit, you ain’t ass sick, throw 17 in your whip
That’s a head clip
You see my heads bitch, let me get some head bitch
Dance so many air kicks that I’m getting air sick
Copy ends but stams, I call that air wick
I pick up so much ends, I need an end lift
I be fresh, of course I’m a threat
I don’t swear, anything taken off is the jet
Show the boss some respect, course to the rest
Go find a lieutenant I don’t talk to cadets
You all in distress while your broad get a neck
And go 3 ways like she don’t like to call me direct
Check, who you checking, or disrespecting
I’m JR Writer bitch, aka a living legend
[Hook]
Hey yo, I’m young, black and ignorant, ignorant
I don’t give a shit, I never did, I never will
I’m what a menace is
Never wanna listen if it ain’t about money
Not a role model got models to roll for me
Talk about it, talk about it, huh
But talk bread, don’t waste myime
Talk about it, talk about it, huh
But talk bread, my time is money
Talk bread, what you said?
