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歌詞
Why I sag like this, 'cause I don't give a damn
Why I talk this trap shit, 'cause I don't give a damn
Ay, I just rolled a joint that weighed six grams
If she ain't a freak, then I don't give a damn
Bad bitches (bad bitches), good drugs (good drugs)
Bad bitches (bad bitches), good drugs (good drugs)
Bad bitches (bad bitches), good drugs (good drugs)
Good drugs (good drugs), good drugs (good drugs)
Sideshows and lil' baby let the tires burn
I ain't got time for her 'less she tryna earn (get it?)
Hella packs on the floor, grab the purple gloves (shii)
Got a taste of out of state money, fell in love
Fuck a safe, we dig holes somewhere in the hills
She a star plus baby girl can run in heels (run it up)
Fuck the radio, they play me 'hind them prison walls (shii)
Throw me all of 'em, I bet you I can move 'em all ('em all)
Atlanta, Georgia for the summer, tell them trucks to leave
Extend stay on Claremont, I stayed there for a week
The W on Buck head, that's where the smoking fee
I get eight grand a P when I'm overseas
Why I sag like this, 'cause I don't give a damn
Why I talk this trap shit, 'cause I don't give a damn
Ay, I just rolled a joint that weighed six grams
If she ain't a freak, then I don't give a damn
Bad bitches (bad bitches), good drugs (good drugs)
Bad bitches (bad bitches), good drugs (good drugs)
Bad bitches (bad bitches), good drugs (good drugs)
Good drugs (good drugs), good drugs (good drugs)
Taxing these **** like Uncle Sam (fuck you, pay me)
I don't fuck with the pigs, but I'm goin' ham
I smoke nothin' but the killer, I call it ambulance (whoo)
I got an old school faster than your fuckin' Lam' (we gone), yea!
**** hate, I don't give a damn
12 come, get up out the jam
Bitch you know who the fuck I am
Fuck a ho, kick her out like Pam (get out)
My hood Afghanistan
Good dope, like Pakistan
Wrap the work up, pack it in
Pull the whip up, back it in (ay)
Good dope (good dope), bad bitches (bad bitches)
I let my workers bag the work in my Benz, bag bitches, yeah
You say no to them drugs, I can't
They don't tell me no at the bank (uh)
Gold teeth and Cuban Links (Links)
Bitch chose me 'fore she blinked
Why I sag like this, 'cause I don't give a damn (mm, hmm)
Why I talk this trap shit, 'cause I don't give a damn
Ay, I just rolled a joint that weighed six grams
If she ain't a freak, then I don't give a damn
Bad bitches (bad bitches), good drugs (good drugs)
Bad bitches (bad bitches), good drugs (good drugs)
Bad bitches (bad bitches), good drugs (good drugs)
Good drugs (good drugs), good drugs (good drugs)
Yeah!
Written by: Gilbert Anthony Milam Jr., Young Dolph
