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And I don't give a thug what you say about me
I don't care what you say about me
And I don't give a thug what you say about me
I don't care what you say about me
And I don't give a thug
It's still me in your zone and I keep them gangsters round me (geez up)
They talking shit but really, they don't know a thing about me
Cops asking questions then I pull my disappearing act
'Fore this rap, I sold it cheap, like it was on a clearance rack
And I'm still the same dawg, ain't shit changed dawg
I can rap with eyes closed while juggling chainsaws
It's easy, man, it's nothing to a G
When it comes to me, now ain't nothing for the free
And I don't give a thug what you say about me
I don't care what you say about me
And I don't give a thug what you say about me
I don't care what you say about me
And I don't give a thug
What you drink don't make me piss
And what you eat don't make me shit, ow
And I don't give a thug what you say about me
I don't care what you say about me
I'ma be me
It's Fat Man Jones in case you thugers forgot
Look at a super bad bitch, like are we thuging or not?
Now whenever she need it, I know who she gonna call first
'Cause I fuck her good and eat that pussy 'til my jaws hurt
Now I'm off in Hollywood and they like "there that man again"
And I'm country as a sumbitch, how's your mommy now?
Hit a lick for half a brick and plus a thousands good pills
Got it free and sold it cheap, I feel like the goodwill
Man, I thug with tec nine, I swear, I'm so strange with it
Insane in the brain with it, I go David Blaine with it
Tell my publicist to call that I need a kitchen
'Cause I'm fat, and I'm funny, and I'm famous, Peter Griffin
And I don't give a thug what you say about me
I don't care what you say about me
And I don't give a thug what you say about me
I don't care what you say about me
And I don't give a thug
What you drink don't make me piss
And what you eat don't make me shit, now
And I don't give a thug what you say about me
I don't care what you say about me
I'ma be me
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