KANE & ABEL - Don't Give A Fuck About Cha lyrics

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[Hook]

I don't give a fuck about cha'

Ya know, I'm just tryin' to get that pussy out cha'

Ya know I'm the one ya should be lookin' out for

Lil' ho but I'm still gon' do good without cha' for sho'

[Verse 1]

I got too many hoes for you niggas to know what to do with

Still but always got room for a little bit

Cause I do shit niggas only get to see in movies

Like lay in the tub and let three bitches do me

All of em' top notch

That's the only way to ever lay in my spot

Nigga, cause I got bitches on the East Bank, hoes on the East Coast

A-Class bitches with big pockets and deep throats

I see no reason that they come with no vision

Once I get into position, they changin' their religion

Listen, I don't trust em' nigga I don't love em'

Play like I'ma get a rubber and switch her with my brother

What the fuck them hoes think this is the "Love Boat"

You at a motherfuckin' gangsta's crib, we cut throats

We tag team em' till they can't stand up (But all my girls do)

And what, and what

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

It takes a nigga like meee

To run the right geee

I put a bitch on her kneeees

Before I break out with the cheeeese

Boy I work strip clubs from New Orleans to A-T-L

Up in Houston shootin' game on gay females

Clientele bring me mail, partner livin' swell

Gorilla pimpin' pussy sells, nigga you can't tell

I pimp a bitch until a motherfucker pass out

In front of that hotel room waitin' with my hands out

If she don't come to the door with my cash out

I reach back like a pimp and knock her ass out

Don't think with ya penis become a genius

Hoes be double teamin' send em' to the fuckin' cleaners

Let me catch you in my pockets lookin' for my wallet

Soon as you got like an eye out of socket

I tell ya, you could do bad all by yourself

So I could leave ya broke ass off in the Melf

Bitch I'll take ya fuckin' last, add it to my wealth

Then I scratch off, laughin' to myself

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]

Now, now, now, now

When the wrinkles on my hand and the wrinkles on my balls

Spit the type of shit that'll make a dog bitch fall

To her knees so quick she'll get skid marks

Lick a nigga dick from daybreak till it gets pitch dark

Ain't no beatin' around the bush

Besides ain't no slackin' in my mackin' ain't no eatin' around ya tush

Look, the game that I spit will make Orphan Annie quit

Talkin' that tomorrow shit and just lick a nigga dick

It's all good in the small hood

I don't think you know how many hoes one call could

Get me but ah let me clear my throat, uh uh

Take note playboy

I'm low (Hey baby) I'm bumpin' through ya hood soon

But I don't want cha' cat the mack just wanna shoot cha' Moon

Grease it down with ya finger

And all the way through with my trusty sidekick stinger

Click, dip from the phone booth

Next thing I know I'm under ya ho under ya own roof

And I'm in there like swimwear

Do ya think him care...yeah

[Hook repeated till the end]