KXNG CROOKED - Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck lyrics

rate me

Ft. Bridge

(Verse)

Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck, Crooked I

I stopped givin' a fuck like when a hooker die

Why wouldn't I slide up on a sugar pie?

Lookin' fly, know when I got game

Money couldn't buy

They ride with me for some years now

Input me in the mainstream, I be here a while

I'm doing shit you only hear about

Club full of hoes to my whole team, clear 'em out

I see you coppers in the back

We ain't come to kill nobody

Tell 'em officers relax

Kinda ironic, the choppers in my lap

Throwin' up a peace sign, I guess opposite's a trap

I rock in vans in the club

Eat bottle after bottle, dinner plans in the cup

Told ya I can't give a fuck

Niggas tryna bring static, got my antennas up

(Hook)

Total vision on that money, hoe

Don't get it twisted, what the fuck you think I done it fo'?

I'm here and I'm all this can be

You got a problem, you don't want it with me

So give it up for the realest of all

Ask my city, they know how I get down

One time for the realest of all

Ask my city, they know how I get down

(Verse 2)

Let's go dumb in this muthafucka

My chrome gun in this muthafucka

I'm kinda like a unicycle

When it's time to ride

I'm on one in this muthafucka

Pop pills, make 'er go drunk

Till you fall asleep, still clutchin' on a lit blunt

Tell 'em cameltoed hoes they gon' get humped

Trampoline, I'm just waiting till the shit jump

I done it for real, can't rob me

I'm tucking the steel, Gates Cosby

I mean more than a couple of bills

My mind stuck on a mill

Late Bobby, a state abbey up in the hills

Can't find me, you comin' to chill

Ok, mami, face cocky, I'm fuckin' the grill

Her name's Bonnie, I'm Mr. Clyde

Kush For Cumming, that's KFC

I like my chickens fried

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(Verse 3: Bridge)

Leather seats with the wood grain

Sut sut, that's a hood thang

When shit's bad, I'm a good aim

We Mobb Deep, nigga, shook lane

They think I'm coming from the shoulders

I put so much money on yo head

The killa can just buy a Rover

And run ya ova, sun you over

While I'm on my 51 and soda

And while I'm at it, fuck the media

I'm fly in any room, and I ain't even touch Expedia

Busters leave me alone, I'm sick-a-sick-a-sicka sell

Bless leukemia, my dirty girl's cleanier

I got goonies that'll hoorah

I got bad bitches pool side

I've got enough bull comin' outta yo pussies

Man, I think the game need its tools tied

(Hook)