I Don't Wanna Care Right Now (A. R. Remix) (A. R. Remix)

歌詞

oh, oh, oh, oh,oh,yea I don't care what ya peeps say ain't nobody go do shit better than me ain't nobody gone keep shit realer than me Make more figures than me binge chrome through a TS3 now what ya friends grillin me for? Cause I'm a young nigga peelin' in a 2 door? And I make a lotta cheeter when I'm on tour Dollar commitee you know Q be that hot boy Now I don't need them other chicks for me with they seats back in the wip wit me me So why ya mom's got it in for me cause I'm bona fide now Thats the way I be chores I don't care if they wanna talk about me Cause I push a chromed out TS3 Why ya peeps keep frontin on me, Bangin'on me, dumpin on me Mad cause we be gettin it down Ticked just because we be outta town Everybody mad cause ya minked out now, ya iced out now, ya benzed out now. How many niggas get it like we get it? How many niggas spit it like we spit it? Jags, trucks, all tinted DCA baby (don't you get it) Come through leavin em sick Cause we cris it, rich glistin it and them big thangs chrome 20 dippin' it you start yo ain't no dip it' I know ya pops don't like when I break you off and ya brother wanna hate cause ya tops be off (what they hatin' me for?) Ya moms trippin ain't like we breakin the law Nah that aint what I came here for. Chores Moms gon say I ain't the one for you like I ain't neva made a call to you like you neva saw me braw for you and you know damn well I broke the law for you When you needin' me like late at night and I make sure that I hit it right You know I brought you everything from ice ta nice and you gotta admit yo that set was tight and they say I neva fought life cause a black man get down on a dirt bike? I f you can't see me then it ain't right name another nigga that'll spend a hundred thousand when he cop that ice for a dime piece chick form feet to head you make other chicks talk and stare Other cats want you but I don't share And I ya mom's keep hatin' I don't care. can't nobody get it like we get it can't nobody spit it like we spit it Jags, trucks, all tinted Watch ya back we commin' to get it. chores Bona Fide No question DCA You know how we do This ain't a game It's the remix 2 triple