they don't care about us - chedda bills lyrics
[intro]
(all i wanna think about* they don’t really care about us)
(all i wanna think about* they don’t really care about us)
(they don’t care about us n*gga)
(all i wanna think about* they don’t really care about us)
(oooh, stevo did it)
(f*ck n*ggas, we don’t care about them either)
(you hear me?)
(all i wanna think about* they don’t really care about us)
chedda bills b*tch
[verse 1]
they don’t care about us?
we don’t care about them either
you students need to stay seated nd’ listen to the teacher
i’m evil, alergic to police, n*ggas nd’ people
if you a rat nd’ you hangin’ wit him, thеn you can be him
i done ran off onna plug, not once but twicе
the sweetest things, never met nuthin’ like them in my life
nd’ i blowed up, growed up, earned a couple stripes
bought another gun incase n*ggas don’t wanna fight
and i’m ready for whoever, whenever, wherever
ain’t gotta get ready, juss’ know my sh*t always together
nd’ i bounce back from any loss
b*tch spinna boss nd’ put a bag down on any cost
in these streets you gotta play it by the rules
don’t get this sh*t confused, you a fool if you think im out here lackin’ without a tool
imma real stepper, run it up through any weather
just get me when you get your sh*t together, lets get some money n*gga
(m*th* f*ckas don’t care about you up here in these streets n*gga)
(all i wanna think about* they don’t really care about us)
(stay in your bag, stay focused n*gga)
(get yo money n*gga)
(quit worryin’ about the next n*gga, nd’ the next n*gga pocket’s)
(hoes all in your head, f*ckin’ yall n*ggas grind up)
(get some money n*gga)
[verse 2]
aye, this sh*t basic
let me tell you how its basic
get you a plug, thats gon’ answer on the daily
don’t bring your attention around the swerves you be makin’
juss’ stay straped up, cuz these n*ggas always dangerous
don’t worry about the money in my pockets, don’t worry about the pistol that i call “the pocket rocket”
the plug that you got?
i can pull him outta socket
these drugs that i’m sellin’? i’m makin’ too much profit
these hoes be on my d*ck, but they don’t know me tho
[?] homie, still been out here still be tryin’ to sign [?]
cappin’ ass n*gga, he be lyin’ more than pinocchio
i’m certified [?], you can check out my portfolio
ask the hood about me, they gon’ tell you add me up
they gon’ tell you i was last but now i’m right now in the front
the trophy round my neck, ice’d down nd’ b*gg*red up
ice’d out until im couple m’s up, lets get some money n*gga
(aye, be smart about what choo do)
(evrybody ain’t you outhere)
(n*ggas tellin’ in this sh*t n*gga)
(tighten up)
(the feds in town)
(i ain’t tryina get indited in this b*tch)
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