I Don't Give A Fuck - Explicit Version Lyrics
| Song | I Don't Give A Fuck - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Nature |
| Album | For All Seasons |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Chorus (nature and woman) | |
| W：i don't give a **** about your girlfriends | |
| N：i don't give a **** about your man boo | |
| W：i don't give a **** about your friends | |
| N: and your friends ain't shit, and sometimes i can't understand you | |
| N: i don't even know why you page me | |
| W: i don't even know if i can trust you | |
| N: yo, is you jumpin' it off? | |
| W: is you jumpin' it off? | |
| N: if not then keepin' movin' bitch, **** you | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I got a whole 'lotta problems that i gotta resolve | |
| Like 4 in the mornin' i get anonymous calls | |
| They let it ring once, they let it ring twice | |
| Damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain't right | |
| Cussin' like a sailor, ****in' in trailors | |
| Photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer | |
| Shouldn't have did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo | |
| Now you forgettin' exactly how many niggas you did it too | |
| Cut you off, shit's critical, gimme my space | |
| I admit, i was the one that made the silly mistakes | |
| The fifty state roamer | |
| Had to throw the fake on her | |
| Heavyweight, ringside seats in nate's corner | |
| Wait for her, it might take days | |
| But back home's where the fight takes place | |
| Punches and scratches | |
| Headlocks and hatchets | |
| Screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin' | |
| Comin' at ya, whats up with that shit? | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse | |
| Engagement, marriage, then divorce | |
| Devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts | |
| Secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk | |
| I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go | |
| Let her know who the **** she wit' | |
| Like any man unless he's whipped | |
| A messy script leads to domestic disputes | |
| All your friends gettin' caught in our beef 'cause they thought it was | |
| Cute | |
| Dressin' in suits, i used to get you from work | |
| Checked your feelings, even flipped on you first | |
| Stripped down your purse | |
| One night i found your phonebook | |
| Hidin' spots, look in all the places you thought i won't look | |
| Never said shit, but dead shit immediate | |
| Ripped out the numbers that i needed to rip | |
| Heated quick, did what i had to do | |
| Sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my eyes and quickly | |
| Caught this attitude. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Some nights you might talk in your sleep, pig latin | |
| Drunk, the next mornin' actin' like i didn't happen | |
| Should i cheat? give me reasonable doubt | |
| Is the next man trickin' on you? huh? is he eatin' you out? | |
| You're poppin' up with mysterious gifts | |
| When i ask you just laugh, brushin' off the seriousness | |
| There's nothin' worse than a curious bitch | |
| With some nosey friends | |
| Six deep in a old bm | |
| Pushin' it to the limit | |
| Ripped up seats with cushion in it | |
| Change on the rug | |
| She give brains to all the thugs | |
| While she drives, somethin' called dangerous love | |
| Got a airbag on both sides, no lie | |
| Doin' shit the average hoes don't try | |
| Wanna know why i'll never leave you? | |
| You're intelligent, young, and evil | |
| The definition of a real bitch, some'll g you | |
| Come and see you like "next!" | |
| Right after their ex. | |
| Chorus 'till fade |
| Chorus nature and woman | |
| W: i don' t give a about your girlfriends | |
| N: i don' t give a about your man boo | |
| W: i don' t give a about your friends | |
| N: and your friends ain' t shit, and sometimes i can' t understand you | |
| N: i don' t even know why you page me | |
| W: i don' t even know if i can trust you | |
| N: yo, is you jumpin' it off? | |
| W: is you jumpin' it off? | |
| N: if not then keepin' movin' bitch, you | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I got a whole ' lotta problems that i gotta resolve | |
| Like 4 in the mornin' i get anonymous calls | |
| They let it ring once, they let it ring twice | |
| Damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain' t right | |
| Cussin' like a sailor, in' in trailors | |
| Photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer | |
| Shouldn' t have did it boo, you shouldn' t have did it boo | |
| Now you forgettin' exactly how many niggas you did it too | |
| Cut you off, shit' s critical, gimme my space | |
| I admit, i was the one that made the silly mistakes | |
| The fifty state roamer | |
| Had to throw the fake on her | |
| Heavyweight, ringside seats in nate' s corner | |
| Wait for her, it might take days | |
| But back home' s where the fight takes place | |
| Punches and scratches | |
| Headlocks and hatchets | |
| Screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin' | |
| Comin' at ya, whats up with that shit? | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse | |
| Engagement, marriage, then divorce | |
| Devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts | |
| Secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk | |
| I try to keep her close by, don' t mind lettin' go | |
| Let her know who the she wit' | |
| Like any man unless he' s whipped | |
| A messy script leads to domestic disputes | |
| All your friends gettin' caught in our beef ' cause they thought it was | |
| Cute | |
| Dressin' in suits, i used to get you from work | |
| Checked your feelings, even flipped on you first | |
| Stripped down your purse | |
| One night i found your phonebook | |
| Hidin' spots, look in all the places you thought i won' t look | |
| Never said shit, but dead shit immediate | |
| Ripped out the numbers that i needed to rip | |
| Heated quick, did what i had to do | |
| Sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my eyes and quickly | |
| Caught this attitude. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Some nights you might talk in your sleep, pig latin | |
| Drunk, the next mornin' actin' like i didn' t happen | |
| Should i cheat? give me reasonable doubt | |
| Is the next man trickin' on you? huh? is he eatin' you out? | |
| You' re poppin' up with mysterious gifts | |
| When i ask you just laugh, brushin' off the seriousness | |
| There' s nothin' worse than a curious bitch | |
| With some nosey friends | |
| Six deep in a old bm | |
| Pushin' it to the limit | |
| Ripped up seats with cushion in it | |
| Change on the rug | |
| She give brains to all the thugs | |
| While she drives, somethin' called dangerous love | |
| Got a airbag on both sides, no lie | |
| Doin' shit the average hoes don' t try | |
| Wanna know why i' ll never leave you? | |
| You' re intelligent, young, and evil | |
| The definition of a real bitch, some' ll g you | |
| Come and see you like " next!" | |
| Right after their ex. | |
| Chorus ' till fade |
| Chorus nature and woman | |
| W: i don' t give a about your girlfriends | |
| N: i don' t give a about your man boo | |
| W: i don' t give a about your friends | |
| N: and your friends ain' t shit, and sometimes i can' t understand you | |
| N: i don' t even know why you page me | |
| W: i don' t even know if i can trust you | |
| N: yo, is you jumpin' it off? | |
| W: is you jumpin' it off? | |
| N: if not then keepin' movin' bitch, you | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I got a whole ' lotta problems that i gotta resolve | |
| Like 4 in the mornin' i get anonymous calls | |
| They let it ring once, they let it ring twice | |
| Damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain' t right | |
| Cussin' like a sailor, in' in trailors | |
| Photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer | |
| Shouldn' t have did it boo, you shouldn' t have did it boo | |
| Now you forgettin' exactly how many niggas you did it too | |
| Cut you off, shit' s critical, gimme my space | |
| I admit, i was the one that made the silly mistakes | |
| The fifty state roamer | |
| Had to throw the fake on her | |
| Heavyweight, ringside seats in nate' s corner | |
| Wait for her, it might take days | |
| But back home' s where the fight takes place | |
| Punches and scratches | |
| Headlocks and hatchets | |
| Screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin' | |
| Comin' at ya, whats up with that shit? | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse | |
| Engagement, marriage, then divorce | |
| Devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts | |
| Secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk | |
| I try to keep her close by, don' t mind lettin' go | |
| Let her know who the she wit' | |
| Like any man unless he' s whipped | |
| A messy script leads to domestic disputes | |
| All your friends gettin' caught in our beef ' cause they thought it was | |
| Cute | |
| Dressin' in suits, i used to get you from work | |
| Checked your feelings, even flipped on you first | |
| Stripped down your purse | |
| One night i found your phonebook | |
| Hidin' spots, look in all the places you thought i won' t look | |
| Never said shit, but dead shit immediate | |
| Ripped out the numbers that i needed to rip | |
| Heated quick, did what i had to do | |
| Sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my eyes and quickly | |
| Caught this attitude. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Some nights you might talk in your sleep, pig latin | |
| Drunk, the next mornin' actin' like i didn' t happen | |
| Should i cheat? give me reasonable doubt | |
| Is the next man trickin' on you? huh? is he eatin' you out? | |
| You' re poppin' up with mysterious gifts | |
| When i ask you just laugh, brushin' off the seriousness | |
| There' s nothin' worse than a curious bitch | |
| With some nosey friends | |
| Six deep in a old bm | |
| Pushin' it to the limit | |
| Ripped up seats with cushion in it | |
| Change on the rug | |
| She give brains to all the thugs | |
| While she drives, somethin' called dangerous love | |
| Got a airbag on both sides, no lie | |
| Doin' shit the average hoes don' t try | |
| Wanna know why i' ll never leave you? | |
| You' re intelligent, young, and evil | |
| The definition of a real bitch, some' ll g you | |
| Come and see you like " next!" | |
| Right after their ex. | |
| Chorus ' till fade |
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