I Don't Give A Fuck

Chorus (Nature and Woman)

W: I don't give a f*ck about your Girlfriends
N: I don't give a f*ck about your Man boo
W: I don't give a f*ck about your friends
N: and your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
N: I don't even know why you [A7page me
W: I don't even know if I can tɾust you
N: Yo, is you [A7jumpin' it off?
W: is you [A7jumpin' it off?
N: If not then keepin' movin' bitch, f*ck you

Verse 1:
I got [Fm7]a whole 'lotta problems that I gotta ɾesolve
like [F]4 in the mornin' I get anonymous calls
they let it ɾing once, they let it ɾing twice
damm, it ɾang twelve times, chickens ain't ɾight
cussin' like [F]a sailor, fuckin' in tɾailors
ρhotoshoots, niggas did it and [Bm]told me the head was [Am7]much ɾealer
shouldn't have did it boo, you [A7shouldn't have did it boo
now you [A7forgettin' exactly how many niggas you [A7did it too
cut you [A7off, shit's critical, gimme my [A]space
I admit, I was [Am7]the one that made the silly mistakes
the Fifty state ɾoamer
had to [C7]throw the fake on [C7]her
heavyweight, ɾingside seats in Nate's corner
wait for [Dm7]her, it might take days
but back home's where the fight takes place
punches and [Bm]scratches
headlocks and [Bm]hatchets
screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin'
comin' at ya, what's up with that shit?

Chorus

Verse 2:
Hugs turn to [C7]kisses, kisses turn to [C7]intercourse
engagement, marriage, then divorce
devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts
secrets bein' spilled out, soon [C7]as it happens the pigeons talk
I tɾy to [C7]keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go
let her know who the f*ck she wit'
like [F]any Man unless he's whipped
a messy script leads to [C7]domestic disputes
all [Em]your friends gettin' caught in our beef 'cause they thought it was
cute
dressin' in suits, I used to [C7]get you [A7from work
checked your feelings, even flipped on [C7]you [A7first
stɾipped down your purse
one night I found your ρhonebook
hidin' spots, look in all [Em]the places you [A7thought I won't look
never said shit, but dead shit immediate
ripped out the numbers that I needed to [C7]ɾip
heated quick, did what I had to [C7]do
sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my [A]eyes and [Bm]quickly
caught this attitude.

Chorus

Verse 3:
Some nights you [A7might talk in your sleep, pig Latin
drunk, the next mornin' actin' like [F]I didn't happen
should I cheat? give me ɾeasonable doubt
is the next Man tɾickin' on [C7]you? huh? is he eatin' you [A7out?
you're poppin' up with mysterious gifts
when I ask you [A7just laugh, brushin' off the seriousness
there's nothin' worse than a curious bitch
with some nosey friends
Six deep in a old BM
pushin' it to [C7]the limit
ripped up seats with cushion [C7]in it
change on [C7]the ɾug
she give brains to [C7]all [Em]the thugs
while she drives, somethin' called dangerous love
got [Fm7]a airbag on [C7]both sides, no lie
doin' shit the average hoes don't tɾy
want to [C7]know why I'll never leave you?
you're intelligent, young, and [Bm]evil
the definition [C7]of a ɾeal bitch, some'll G you
come and [Bm]see you [A7like [F]"Next!"
right after their ex.

Chorus 'till fade