| And I don’t give a fuck
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| What you say about me
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| I don’t care what you say about me
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| And I don’t give a fuck
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| What you say about me
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| I don’t care what you say about me
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| And I don’t give a fuck
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| It’s still zone
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| And I keep them gangsters round me
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| They talking shit but really
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| They don’t know a thing about me
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| Cops asking questions then I pull my disappearing act
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| 'Fore this rap I sold it cheap
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| Like it was on a clearance rack
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| And I’m still the same dawg
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| Ain’t shit changed dawg
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| I can rap with eyes closed while juggling chainsaws
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| It’s easy, man it’s nothing to a G
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| When it comes to me
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| Now ain’t nothing for the free
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| What you drink, don’t make me piss
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| And what you eat, don’t make me shit
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| Now
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| And I don’t give a fuck
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| What you say about me
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| I don’t care what you say about me
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| I’mma be me
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| It’s Fat Man Jones
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| Incase you fuckers forgot
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| Look at a super bad bitch
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| Like are we fucking or not?
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| Now whenever she need it
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| I know who she gonna call first
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| Cause I fuck her good
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| And eat that pussy till my jaws hurt
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| Now I’m off in Hollywood
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| And they like 'there that man again'
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| And I’m country as a sumbitch
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| How’s your mommi now?
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| Hit a lick for half a brick
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| And plus a thousands good pills
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| Got it free and sold it cheap
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| I feel like the Goodwill
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| Man I fuck with Tech N9ne
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| I swear I’m so Strange with it
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| Insane in the brain with it
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| I go David Blaine with it
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| Tell my publicist to call that I need a kitchen
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| Cause I’m fat and I’m funny and I’m famous
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| Peter Griffen
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| I’mma log onto Youtube now, read the comments
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| I don’t give a fuck about, what a hater gotta say
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| But every now and then
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| I let them get under my skin and cuss 'em out
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| Well here’s one, someone said my songs are boring
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| I’m fat and I have an annoying voice
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| But all the bitches say my voice is smooth
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| And I’m fly flamboyant like I’m georgous George
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| And you ain’t gotta listen to my shit
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| The choice is yours, well here’s another one
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| Here’s someone who done said I was a wannabe
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| What you mean? |
| wanna be what? |
| wanna be rich? |
| hell yeah
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| I don’t wanna be struck, being broke man
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| The shit will make you wanna eat rust
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| Slumerican apparently you wanna be us
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| But I bet you really wanna eat one of these nuts
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| Now you someone that I see and wanna beat up
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| Having trouble, keep it
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| I got a good laugh when I got on Facebook
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| And said I’m finally rich
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| Somebody else said I look like Suzie top
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| But this is hair, not a beard, what you roger bitches?
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| Thinking I do meth, I’m a coke head, oh well
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| People gonna make accusations
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| And I don’t snort coke everyday, but I do on special occasions |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song About Me , by - Jelly Roll. Song from the album Biggest Loser, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп