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indian giver - akeem ali lyrics

uh gimme that back b*tch
imma need all that
i ain’t giving them nothing
one not nothing

chours:
whatevers in my cup tell em fill it up (pour it up)
i told her i don’t feel her now it’s k!lling her (she dead to me)
and i tried to give a d*mn about not giving a d*mn
and i’m stingy because i could never give a f*ck (i can’t)
listen
all that sympathizing i ain’t into that (i ain’t into that)
b*tch i throw my city up, simalac (ew)
i just hope that your remember b*tch ima indian giver
if i ever gave a f*ck well let me get it back (lemme get it back)

verse 1:
told that b*tch to go to rehab and kick rocks (karate)
with my opponent likе i kickbox (whatah)
i’m choosy with my hoes when i pick em out (whеn i pick em out)
b*tches think i’m cute until i kick em out (beat it b*tch)
tell that b*tch i love her and i know i’m lyin (i’m lyin)
i tell her i ain’t tryna hurt her when i know i’m trying (yes i am)
b*tch i get it poppin like it’s posetahbe (like it’s posetahbe)
shut chyo f*ckin mouth don’t be approaching me (approaching me)
b*tch rolling with the dogs yeah i’m mobbin wit em (i’m rollin)
b*tches look at me and see a father figure (daddy)
s*xy chocolate n*gga with the dimples on em (i’m handsome)
i can give you game but it ain’t simple homie (it’s not)
if she give me that p*ssy call the ambulance
b*tch lemme see them titties this a mammogram (titties)
open up them legs and let me k!ll it baby(freaky)
then i’m booking on you author and ill*strator (yeah)
chours:

whatevers in my cup tell em fill it up (fill it up)
i told her i don’t feel her now it’s k!llin her (now that’s k!llin her)
and i tried to give a d*mn about not giving a d*mn
and i’m stingy because i could never give a f*ck (
listen
aye all that sympathizing i ain’t into that (i ain’t into that)
b*tch i throw my city up, simalac
i just hope that your remember b*tch ima indian giver
if i ever gave a f*ck well let me get it back

verse 2:

n*ggas who don’t like you wanna mug at you (wanna mug at you)
they throw so much salt i got high blood pressure (run it up)
rude loud n*gga with no chill b*tton (jesus)
you not a coffee cup why you still muggin
ion wanna be friends if i can’t fake it witcha (i can)
i flash up with my cheese like i’m taking pictures (cheese)
i asked a hoe who you being sneaky with (huh b*tch)
they think i’m a pervert how i’m peepin sh*t (i’m peeping)
i been on the road like a pair of dice (shake it up)
if they got p*ssy in heaven that’s a paradise (right)
i don’t care why you came or who you coming with (coming with)
truthfully i don’t see nothing funny b*tch (i don’t)
let me x*ray that coochie imma cat scanner (i’m a cat scanner)
a lot of b*tches tell me i got bad manners( i got bad manners)
i just forgive em and assume that they don’t know no better (no)
b*tch hold your f*cking horses, polo sweater (rollin)

chours:

whatevers in my cup tell em fill it up
i told her i don’t feel her now it’s k!lling her
and i tried to give a d*mn about not giving a d*mn
and i’m stingy because i could never give a f*ck
listen
all that sympathizing i ain’t into that (i ain’t into that)
b*tch i throw my city up, simalac (ew)
i just hope that your remember b*tch ima indian giver
if i ever gave a f*ck well let me get it back

- akeem ali lyrics

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