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I Don't Give A *** (Clean Version) - Nature
Lyrics by：Jermaine Baxter/Timothy"Tyme" Riley
Composed by：Jermaine Baxter/Timothy"Tyme" Riley
W: I don't give a f**k about your Girlfriends
N: I don't give a f**k about your Man boo
W: I don't give a f**k about your friends
N: and your friends ain't sh*t 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' b**ch f**k you
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 f**kin' 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 sh*t'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 b**ch is spazzin'
Comin' at ya what's up with that sh*t
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 f**k 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 sh*t but dead sh*t 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
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 b**ch
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' sh*t 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 b**ch some'll G you
Come and see you like"Next"
Right after their ex
Chorus 'till fade
