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no f**ks given - j 40 lyrics

[chrous: j 40]
number one we don’t beef about no b*tch
number two dont stay around no ****
number three zero f*ck givin in da burbs or da street

[verse one: j 40]
go ahead and find out
make a f*ck n*gga shout
me, duxk let it out
cases on cases
bases on k
only be with my bae
f*ck it ima stay
call up ant and tj
f*ck around be like hey
40

[verse two: tj hcp]
put my stick up to yo face
to like “hey .40”
rob a n*gga take a sh*t and
f*ck up on his shorty
everyday i’m on da block b*tch
i’m steady scoring
if you ain’t talkin bout murder then
this is gettin borin’
i ain’t latina but i’ll slap em with a
filp flops
lil chain but you can tell the b*tch got sumn big rocks
poppin 30’s back two back and me sleep walkin
if i see his ass again then you know
might heat do the talkin
i got a pretty b*tch and she got a big ass
every day we be getting money
you know we got big cash
trolling on yo dеad home i know that you big mad
roll em in a blunt or a motha f*ckin zig zag
turn around you know i’m gonna beat dat ass bеat it fast
alawys on top you know b*tch i’m never last
gettin cash is that why all you old n*ggas mad
[chrous: j 40]
number one we don’t beef about no b*tch
number two dont stay around no ****
number three zero f*ck givin in da burbs or da street
number four

[verse three: bkø ypsf*go]
number four i beat her back in
p*ssy n*gga talkin all that sh*t
but caught him lacking
n*gga mad i had her on my d*ck
i wasn’t capping
made a n*gga quiet then a b*tch
when i was crashing
try to f*ckin touch me in this b*tch
and see what happen
i’m a real rapper they be faking
they be acting
acting like they gangster on beat
they all be capping
made a n*gga sit down and respect me
wasn’t acting
betta watch out for me
cause l.k.c. would make you run lil n*gga
bet he respect me
and he gone and ill never run lil n*gga
he was talkin bout how he gone catch me
have some fun lil n*gga
bet not try to hit me when i’m wit it
you gone run lil n*gga
i don’t keep a gun cause i got hands
i say them guns for b*tches
if we ina beef b*tch i’m not p*ssy
leave em wit some stitches
better go get yo homie
they done told me
how you fight lil n*gga
p*ssy i be on it
gotta run on it
it’s on sight lil n*gga
see how i done carried wit my flow
and not just bars lil n*ggas
i think i might take a n*gga hoe
and f*ck her hard my n*gga
faygo

- j 40 lyrics

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