paroles de chanson MINUTE - Propheci

(Ay, yeah, yeah)
Ah shit man
Yeah we back at it again!
Fuck! (Ay, Yeah, Yeah Yeah)
Wait hol' hold on, Tell me who give a fuck?

It's been a minute since i gave a fuck
I told my side bitch to count all my bucks
I'm taking this bitch out to go see Paris
She tryna fuck me, I sent her to harrys
Im not gunna fuck with a fucking gold digger
Ima countin' my K's, im countin my figures
Im spending that shit all on them Loui bags
She yell'in my name, she say give me more of that

I'm just really tryna fuck with my side bitch
(Yeah, Yeah, yeah)
Fuck that, ima make this bread, im on my hype shit
Ay, It's Propheci you know im with a knife bitch
Ay, I'll cut you up and end your fucking life quick
Ay
If you gon' run up ill show you the 30s
We merkin these bitches we makin then sturdy
They actin like dogs we call them some furries
They hurtin their mommas, they making them worried
Personally I wouldn't make them so worried
We ballin this shit with 30s Like Curry
Im in these streets i gotta stay worried
Im movin too fast and im always in hurries
Yuh
She asked me to stay in my home
I pushed her aside and I left her alone
She said she "wanna give me some dome"
But i got bag to chase, leave me alone
Im painting my gatti, silver like chrome
Ya bitch is always tryna hit up my phone
Next thing you know she be hearin the tone
Cuz i aint gon answer, im callin my home

I was the person to never give fucks
I was the person to work for my luck
I was the person that told ya bitch 3 days ago that my dick isnt free
Pay up!
Im bouta poor this hennesey straight from the bottle
Im'a go get me a cup
We mixin that shit with some punch, Im feelin to this
Im already feelin turnt up

I'm playing with magic im wippin a spell
All of these pussy dont have a hard shell
They under fire when i got mac
Cuz im sending these pussys right back to hell
I got yo girl, she singing my songs
She's texting me saying she played it and fell
I know im not Yeat but this shit is amazing
So im bouta give you the sound for the bell
She wanna ring
She wanna
She wanna hold on my bling
I told her man that im sorry, But she wanna throw it back
Like its a mo' fuckin dream
Im catching these pussy's all slippin, their girl tryna hit me up
Saying she only want me
Last time I saw her she gettin it from one of my guys
She said she was getting some cream

I know you give a fuck
(I give a fuck, not)
Ay
But I had to tell him get luck up
(To get his luck up)
I know that bitch really fuck
(She wanna fuck, Bitch)
But, Bitch i really dont give a fuck!

If you gon' run up ill show you them 30s
We merkin these bitches we makin then sturdy
They actin like dogs we call them some furries
They hurtin their mommas, they making them worried
Personally I wouldn't make them so worried
We ballin this shit with 30s Like Curry
Im in these streets i gotta stay worried
Im movin too fast and im always in a hurries
Yuh
She asked me to stay in my home
I pushed her aside and I left her alone
She said she "wanna give me some dome"
But i got bag to chase leave me alone
Im painting my gatti, silver like chrome
Ya bitch is always tryna hit up my phone
Next thing you know she be hearin the tone
Cuz i aint gon answer, im callin my home

(I know you give a fuck)
(Ay, But I had to tell him get his luck up)