Dont Care versuri

Dont Care lyrics by Lil stars chicago

(Intro)
Bitch ass nigga, oh, Haha
(Haha, ain’t nobody wanna hear that shit boy)
Ooh, woah, oh, uh-huh, bitch
(Man you goofy ass hell my nigga)
(I’ll shoot yo ass so quick you ain’t even see it coming nigga)
(Brr, that’s on gang nigga, bitch)

(Pre-Chorus)
Make a play, I’ma intercept
It’s a foul play, call the ref
He poured half a pint, I said pour the rest
I don’t want your pussy just give me neck
Pull out the Tec, shoot yo ass right in the neck

(Chorus)
Uh, flex on these hoes, I don’t want nun
My choppa leave yo ass baking like an oven
Send yo ass to heaven
My phone ringing again, says she wants some
Beat it like a drum, wait until you cum
Windy City, where I come from
Got a beam between yo eyes
Are you ready to die?
Want a feature, hit up my line
Got a scope on your window, nigga, I am a spy
I need another supply, getting high like the sky

(Verse)
I make it happen, call me a wishing well
My bitch does evil spells
Too much love, overwhelmed
Crying too much, my eyes swell
I’m from Heartbreak Hotel
I dive for love I can’t hold like Odell
I’m trying to make money like Odell
Don’t try me nigga, I got material
What’s that stench, uh, what’s that smell?
The devil’s in my room, it’s probably the shrooms
Falling to my doom, on a KTM I go zoom
Wanna move to the hills, hills
Wanna kill myself, go to the cabinet full of pills
I love the thrill, perky give me a chill
On my way to making mills
But the devil gotta chill
Death calling my name, I hear the bells, if I die, oh well
I’ll keep moving on out of hell

(Chorus)
Uh, flex on these hoes, I don’t want nun
My choppa leave yo ass baking like an oven
Send yo ass to heaven
My phone ringing again, says she wants some
Beat it like a drum, wait until you cum
Windy City, where I come from
Got a beam between yo eyes
Are you ready to die?
Want a feature, hit up my line
Got a scope on your window, nigga, I am a spy
I need another supply, getting high like the sky