| Why the hell should koopa care
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| Yea yea
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| Why the hell should koopa care
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| Uh yea
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| Why the hell should koopa care if you don’t think that’s he the best
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| Your opinions nothin to me that means your opinionless
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| Got the charger transformin growling it’s like it’s possesed
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| Money come quick my american gon get expressed
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| Why the hell should koopa care we ain’t havin naked sex
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| You ain’t tryna give me checks don’t even hit me on the text
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| So proud of his rap career really thinkin that he fresh
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| If you ever cross me your career is gon be fresh to death
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| Now this chick that I just met
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| Tellin me it’s 9 o’clock
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| All these diamonds in my watch it’s hard to read around the clock
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| Talking all up in my ear notices the diamond rock
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| You’d think I was signed ta block the way these brauds be on the joc
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| Why the hell should koopa care call it paper call it gwop
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| On the west they call it scrilla I just know I got alot
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| Presidents inside my pock-et I pull obamas out
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| Bet she secret service me like the police obamas got
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| Now your time is runnin out so is you fins ta ride or not
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| Just need you ta let me break you off like a karate chop,
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| Karate chop bedroom door that got a lock
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| Her man is gone she say she home alone like maculley caulkin
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| I make your body rock and if you don’t your money back
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| She divin for balls like the shaq attack ta that’s a rap
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| Call me up to conversate bout where the dough exactly at
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| I’ll be on the line like you hear me with a hack a shack
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| Got a confession, my wallet never zips closed
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| Outta the city, my wallet gotta zip code
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| Shout out to semi hakeem is not a prince though
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| Cause now I’m feelin like a king the way I get dough
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| Get mo, down to the flo, my rhyme finna blow, don’t sound liek a ho
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| Cause ya’ll be talkin like some snitches the whole time finna know
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| You know me I’m better with bread than betty crocker
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| Got a safe could’ntfit alla my bread I got a locker
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| How come every girl that get in my bed is not a bopper
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| Every rapper that tell me he go fed is really ka ka
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| Male groupie move around and quickly take a pic
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| Or putcha wrist under the butter knife and make a slit
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| I’m talkin money cause I know it make my haters sick
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| Open your mouth the barrells big but I’m a make it fit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Koopa Don't Care, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Major Pain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп