Artist: D-Gotti
Album:  Street Sermon
Song:   I Don't Give a Fuck
Typed by: Lil Hustle

(*talking*)
I don't give a fuck, I'ont give a fuck ha-ha
Man do you people know how good it feels
Just to don't give a motherfuck, huh
Man you gotta be real mayn, release that shit mayn
Why you caring mayn, don't nobody giving a fuck mayn
I know I don't know I'm saying, feel this
If you don't give a fuck, just feel this here mayn

[Chorus]
I...don't...give...a fuck, give a fuck
I just don't give a motherfuck, give a motherfuck
I...don't...give...a fuck, give a fuck
I really don't give a motherfuck, give a motherfuck

[D-Gotti]
Nigga fuck what you think, nigga fuck what you drink
I'm trying to rise up and bank, mind on the paint
My team won't sink, so fuck what you thought
Since the late great Pat, think we fell off
Slap you in the mouth, hear you spreading fake lies
Put your partnas gates down, bitch niggaz I despise
I show up at your house, with my finger on the trigger
Laughing and sanking, it's time to pay the killer
I ride by the 5-0, blowing on some doe-doe
Fuck the judge, D.A. and district court
I mash for the fort, these hoes getting deep
But ain't no sucking and no fucking, ha-ha girl you gotta leave
Snitch I got a piece, say a word you gon' die
Next nigga say something close, and I'm start taking lives
I'm sharp with mine, see through niggaz is hoes
These hoes y'all paying, paying Sonny Bobo uh

[Chorus]

[D-Gotti]
And the mo' Sonny wrote, Bo it's fuck the nation
'Gar Remy with some faces, when these niggaz start hating
Game relay, boys don't feel me suck me off
But real niggaz in the house, nigga lay on the couch
While I'm in the bedroom, all in your wife's mouth
Know what I'm talking bout, don't get called out
Raw on the route, keep a hoe waiting excel
Snitches waiting to tell, cause I ball so well
Walls don't good, and play coast and left post
Desert eagle in the holster, adrenaline it cost the flow
Fuck the low low, if I don't like it you gon' know
Cause every time we bump heads, I'm trying to catch you in your throat
Been lost hope, been cold since birth
The world ain't never worked, only made a nigga hurt
Now I'm left with bad nerves, and a itchy trigger finger
Speeding around curves, and living like a delinquent uh

[Chorus]

[D-Gotti]
Fuck that bust back, if it's time come and get me
Think about when I was starving, these niggaz was getting it
These bitches were tripping, made jokes about my clothes
I ain't know that I was thoed, now it's fuck these hoes
Fuck these foes no friends, or should I trust in two cheeks
Do these niggaz that say they love me, really mean the shit they speak
Today if I decease, will my death be avenged
Damn since I don't know, cause I ain't really got no kin
I ain't really got no ends, but through my pen I gotta try
Niggaz look me in my eyes, with plots to deny
Live from good accounts, and finer things in life
One thang mama told me, never give up and you'll survive
Niggaz is like termites, fuck the country they don't love me
Talking behind my back, soon as they see me wanna hug me
In disguise trying to fuck me, ol' transparent cat
But I'm wrong when I catch your ass, and beat you with a bat cause

[Chorus]

I...don't...give...a fuck fuck fuck fuck