We Don't Give A - Lyrics - Fabolous

sick ***! go head, throw up *** yea yea ok, i know you punks i know i know yeah yeah [Verse 1] even when i had smaller digits The kid was never a playa hata or a baller bigot Every week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets O.k, I'll rap a little faster But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor I'm like you except I date supermodels The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow We get the same parties probably My stones look like sunshine, yours partly cloudy And I dont front for nothin' I likes, I gets, I dont want for nothin' I'm givin' yall straight answers And I'd rather be dead than livin wit a hate cancer [Chorus] Say what you wanna say, talk if you wanna talk WE DONT GIVE A ***! Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill WE DONT GIVE A ***! Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front WE DONT GIVE A ***! Live how you wanna live, try if you wanna die WE DONT GIVE A ***! [Verse 2] I used to just post on the corner, roast marijuana I'd be on the coast of Tiajuana *** who look, close to Madonna, Dosie cabanna, toast by nana Im 'sposed to be one of those dudes that ride in Testaroastas upon ya Not to boast but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor for *** who supposed to be drama I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna Get head while I'll roast in a sawna F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that? and i aint concerned with the scandals Cause its all *** my attourneys can handle Yall insides be burnin like candles Rippin down posters, turnin' the channels You gonna end up in an urn on a mantle ***, yea [Chorus] [Verse 3] I look at these brothers and laugh Jealous *** dont hate havin, just others who have I still got love for the av., Come through to give ya *** girls baby mothers my math I speak on others behalf, only hate makin money and gotta give the government half You know this brother live last And not even Mike seen Jordans in the colors I have I used to run from undercovers like Shaft That was until this young playa got shoved into the draft Now I'm covered in ice, like Bruce Lee's bodies *** is scared, to lose these hotties Talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill We dont give a *** *** Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die If you live its luck *** [Chorus]