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give no fcks - 21 lil harold lyrics

[intro: 21 lil harold]
(44, you made this?)
it’s all good
y’all can keep tryin’ me though, like i’m a b*tch
gon’ get the last—, we gon’ see who gon’ get the last laugh
gon’ be rich around this b*tch
(whew, whew, whew)
nine times out of ten, i’ma get the guap

[chorus: 21 lil harold]
yeah, big facts
b*tches speakin’ on my name, b*tch, give my d*ck back (give my d*ck back)
these b*tches fine bein’ broke wit’ a six*pack (wow)
but i can get a coi lookin’ b*tch (uh*huh), but i ain’t wit’ that (uh*uh)
but you can take a tongue out a trick without a tic tac (uh*huh, yeah)
you want a n*gga wit’ dough (yeah, yeah, yeah)
you pop up at my shows (yeah, yeah)
you bleach ya n*gga clothes (yeah, yeah)
you stressin’, huh? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
you f*ckin’ n*ggas who told (uh, yeah)
you messy wit’ my bro (b*tch)
yo’ friends steal out the store (b*tch, yeah, yeah)
they messy, huh?
[verse 1: 21 lil harold]
all you do is chase d*ck (uh*huh, say what?)
all you do is break sh*t (say what?)
stay the the f*ck up out my mix
no relation, no petty sh*t
b*tch, you known for givin’ toppy
doin’ ’em wrong it’s just my hobby
what’s a ho without n0body
b*tch, your hair*do in my pocket (the f*ck?)
move your head down, i made that b*tch gargle on this d*ck (uh*huh, uh*huh, uh*huh)
chuck pants down, i caught that n*gga f*ckin’ on her friend
marquise cut sennet diamonds, ho
i f*cked sl*ts, and then the mutts, i f*ck all kinds of hoes, right (f*ck, 21)
i have video of n*gga b*tch gettin’ hit from the back (hit from the back)
stop playin’ with a n*gga (stop playin’ with a n*gga, brr)
i have video your best friend tryna ask for this sack (ask for this sack)
she beggin’ a n*gga (she beggin’ a n*gga, brr)

[chorus: 21 lil harold]
yeah, big facts
b*tches speakin’ on my name, b*tch, give my d*ck back (give my d*ck back)
these b*tches fine bein’ broke wit’ a six*pack (wow)
but i can get a coi lookin’ b*tch (uh*huh), but i ain’t wit’ that (uh*uh)
but you can take a tongue out a trick without a tic tac (uh*huh, yeah)
you want a n*gga wit’ dough (yeah, yeah, yeah)
you pop up at my shows (yeah, yeah)
you bleach ya n*gga clothes (yeah, yeah)
you stressin’, huh? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
you f*ckin’ n*ggas who told (uh, yeah)
you messy wit’ my bro (b*tch)
yo’ friends steal out the store (b*tch, yeah, yeah)
they messy, huh?
[verse 2: nardo wick]
i’ma break her back before i break her heart
she a animal, i hit the door, she ripped my shirt apart
i paint on her face, back in school, i had a, “a” in art
pull up well protected, on her dresser, it’s my anr
ain’t got to put no diamonds ’round her neck for her to give me throat
she a ratchet ho, i drive her altima to handle smoke
she keep it on the low, we f*ckin’, but it ain’t n0body know
she call me the, “g.o.a.t.,” i told her, “give that title to her throat”
b*tches on my line, a lot of b*tches on my line, i’m a fisherman
every time we f*ck and i record, i’m a cameraman
i pull up, i got hoes in the truck, i’m a fireman
i pulled up on her and i bust it, but i didn’t shoot her man

- 21 lil harold lyrics

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