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if i ever lyrics

girl you know i love you, baby. you know i love you. i be callin’ your mama house lookin’ for you, some more sh-t. all them f-ckin’ letters you sent to the county, i love them letters, baby. ay i’ma buy you roses and some more sh-t, flowers, everything, baby. when i get out, when i touch down i’ma buy you everything, some red bottoms and some more sh-t, baby. psyche!

if i gave a f-ck about a b-tch, i’d probably have a baby by now
i’m always tryna see if it’s my child
never bow down, never confess
could’ve swore i shot blanks, i’m gettin’ a blood test
you know why i can’t trust no b-tch?
i mention a blood test and the whole conversation switch
yeah, she ain’t have nothin’ to say at all, n-gg-?
nope, n-gg- these hoes ain’t sh-t
i don’t support child support, i won’t show up to court
your intentions was mickey from the jump, what we was f-ckin’ for
girl you know i don’t play that sh-t
i’m the captain with no cape, i don’t save no b-tch
i just give ’em d-ck and dip, you can call me diplo
her plus me with two homies, she was with the flip mode
and that was like 2 in the morning
she was home and laid up with her n-gg-, man these b-tches be ho-in’

if i ever gave a f-ck about one b-tch, n-gg- i would be dumb
if i ever gave a f-ck about one b-tch, n-gg- i would be dumb

if i gave a f-ck about a b-tch, i’d always be broke
i’d never have no mothaf-ckin’ endo to smoke
ask teecee the loc, you don’t know by now?
i’m that ganged up n-gg- with that midtown sound
hit the club in my d-ckies on some gangsta sh-t
she bad, i give her this gangsta d-ck
ride slow down your block in that gangsta whip
extra clips, if you run then you better not trip
now she blowin’ up my phone tryna get that ring
hold up, b-tch, that n-gg- [?] just got hit
you can talk to the boss, sh-t i ain’t gon’ trip
all that talkin’ out your mouth, you can suck this d-ck
all my life, all my life
stack this money, i don’t need no wife
all my life, all my life
f-cked you once, might f-ck you twice

and know it ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none
charlie hood, i’m goin’ hard on a b-tch
she fakin’ that nut to keep her relationship
now ain’t that some sh-t, never loved no trick
that’s why i’m f-ckin’ b-tches, ballin’ hard, james worthy
put her on the team and now she tryna rock my jersey
sayin’ that she loyal but she’s really thirsty
suck a n-gg- d-ck cause i don’t show her no mercy
one for the money, two for the show
hangin’ out the window like, “mothaf-ck a ho”
gettin’ money every day cause that’s all a n-gg- knows
stash spot got the heat, cause all my n-gg-s trained to go
and that’s for them hoes, yeah i’m through with it
there’s nothin’ left to do with it, p-ss it to the bro
now you hit it, cause she ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch to me
and y’all know that b-tches get flipped by me

- feat teecee 4800 charlie hood yg lyrics

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