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careless (freestyle) - pilla b lyrics

[verse 1]
i’ve been so careless
i’m spending all my money on designer
money on n*ggas that ain’t even ridin’
money on p*ssy i ain’t even sliding
bad little mama
she say she stripping, tryna pay the rent
she get some money, it’s already spent
and i’m like, “wow, this b*tch is careless,” yeah
it’s the same old sh*t
everybody trippin’ ’bout the same old b*tch
she ain’t tryna f*ck ’em ’cause you ain’t on sh*t
might be on something, but it sure ain’t this
everybody lying, talkin’ ’bout it’s real rap
everybody cappin’, talkin’ ’bout it’s no cap
rappin’ ’bout dope, never been in the trap
and you say you run sh*t, but you never ran a lap, i swear
all i ever needed was a chance
heard i’m gettin’ money, now she cummin’ out her pants
heard i make music, now these b*tches wanna dance
gotta kick her to the curb, nice guys finish last, man
i’m too busy counting racks, man
buy my lil’ b*tch a new ass, man
buy the dawg them new straps
so i can kick back and relax, i swear
yeah
[verse 2]
(got money, i’m careless, yeah)
heard he had a bag but that n*gga broke now
you a real good girl, but that b*tch a ho now
think i’m livin’ too fast, think i need to slow down (right now)
and i’m still in the streets, but i’m on the low now
but i’m on the low now
p*ssy*ass n*gga tried to k!ll me
f*cked around and got careless
let a n*gga live, now i’m fearless
charge a couple thousand for appearance
makin’ more money than my parents
you ain’t talkin’ money, then i don’t wanna hear it
went and got guns for the shooters
if a n*gga bust a move, then they air it

[verse 3]
runnin’ up digits, d*mn, my account lookin’ filthy, uh
yeah, no cap, still break it down with my n*ggas
ain’t no switchin’, still break it down with my n*ggas
runnin’ up digits, my account runnin’ them figures
ain’t no end, ain’t no end, roll with me
and i’m just, shh, go figure

- pilla b lyrics

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