Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Give a Fuck, artist - Fabolous.
Date of issue: 13.01.2003
Song language: English
Not Give a Fuck |
I’m here to shake up the world |
What what what what what |
What what what what what |
Right, right — ghetto |
I’m something like a phenomenon |
But still dumpin whenever the dramas on Ya’ll hustlas can’t eat fit meals and it feels |
Something like when it’s Ramadan |
Hope you chumps been walkin wit armor on |
I’m who they dumpin two colahamels on Oh somethings turning his mama on I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs |
Bet it look dope when you got pajamas on Jump in, lets hit the Bahamas ma And it’s crunk whenever I’m on a song, bumpin like bump bu-bump |
I’m particulary picky |
When it come to licky licky |
Have em slidin off them vickies quickly (o.k.) |
Under the du-rag thick 360 |
It’s the hypno and sticky icky (I said o.k.) |
Fly enough to do better but pimp enough to not give a fuck |
Dumb enough to do better and gangsta enough to not give a fuck |
Im hustlin enough to know better but ballin enough to not give a fuck |
Im old enough to know better but young enough to not give a fuck |
Dud-duh-duh-duh-dammit man |
I’m in a throwback so old it’ll grandma glance |
And everybody know |
everybody go, so please call a stretch ambulance |
these dudes don’t stand a chance |
when I pull up like the pamper brand |
those under lambo slants? |
wit a mad dam from france |
wit a ass so big you couldn’t hide it in hammer pants |
who else be in new york wit Miami tans |
got everybody doin the street family dance |
I’m sure this hammer can, make you save that gangsta role for the camera man |
this is f-a-b you prefably don’t wanna f wit me |
(please believe it) |
I’m definantly as responsible for gettin the city high, clef would be |
(believe it please) |
I’m introduced to yo women friends (hello) |
Cuz I buy double deuces to rent a benz (ooh) |
Like them bootz made by timberland |
Not half them were mine, since I got drafted and signed |
Ya’ll players get used to the scrimmagin |
Not one of them jesus’got lemon gems? |
You knowYa’ll lips gonna get loose like ya feminine |
I prove lettin with the semi can |
Boost my adrenaline |
You’ll never have use with that hand again |
Half of my roots is Dominican (faboloso) |
Me gusta le bejamins |
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him |
I’m turning stones like medusa had glimpse of them |
But right now you can lie and gossip to And later on be the guy who the mobs? |
look to And right now you can try and prosecute |
But later on you gon die in the hospital |