Not Give a Fuck

Fabolous

credits


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: John Jackson, John David Jackson, Ricardo Thomas
album: Track 3 in album Street Dreams
release date: 2003-3-4
popularity : 11 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Pop Rap
length: 3:19

Album Information

label: Elektra
country(area): United States
format: CD
script: Latin

Cover Art

Fabolous Street Dreams cover art

Lyrics

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What what what what what

But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on,
And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadan,
Somethin's turnin' his momma on,
Bet it look plump when you got pajama's on,
And it's crunk whenever I'm on the song,
I'm particularly picky,
Have 'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly,
It's the hypno and sticky icky,

I'm fly enough, to do better,
And I'm thug enough, to do better,
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better,
And I'm, old enough, to know better,

I'm in a throwback so old,
And everybody know, everybody go,
These dudes don't stand a chance,
Those in the Lambo slants,
With a *** so big,
Who else be in New York,
Got everybody doin' the street family dance,
Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man,
Don't wanna F wit me,
I'm definitely, as responsible,
Believe it please
[Chorus]
I'm introduced to your women friends,
Like they boots made by Timbaland,
Y'all playa's get used to the scrimagin'
Y'all lips get loose like y'all feminine,
You never had no use with that lem again,
Faboloso mi gusto Le bengamins,
Turn to stones like Medusa got a glimpse of them,
And later be the guy the dude spoke to,
But later in you goin' die in the hospital
[Chorus]What what what what what

But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on,
And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadan,
Somethin's turnin' his momma on,
Bet it look plump when you got pajama's on,
And it's crunk whenever I'm on the song,
I'm particularly picky,
Have 'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly,
It's the hypno and sticky icky,

I'm fly enough, to do better,
And I'm thug enough, to do better,
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better,
And I'm, old enough, to know better,

I'm in a throwback so old,
And everybody know, everybody go,
These dudes don't stand a chance,
Those in the Lambo slants,
With a *** so big,
Who else be in New York,
Got everybody doin' the street family dance,
Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man,
Don't wanna F wit me,
I'm definitely, as responsible,
Believe it please
[Chorus]
I'm introduced to your women friends,
Like they boots made by Timbaland,
Y'all playa's get used to the scrimagin'
Y'all lips get loose like y'all feminine,
You never had no use with that lem again,
Faboloso mi gusto Le bengamins,
Turn to stones like Medusa got a glimpse of them,
And later be the guy the dude spoke to,
But later in you goin' die in the hospital
[Chorus]

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Not Give a Fuck
  • 3 Damn
  • 4 Call Me
  • 5 Can't Let You Go
  • 6 Bad Bitch
  • 7 Why Wouldn't I
  • 8 Up on Things
  • 9 Sickalicious
  • 10 This Is My Party
  • 11 Into You
  • 12 Change You or Change Me
  • 13 Respect
  • 14 Forgive Me Father
  • 15 Never Duplicated
  • 16 Wake Up
  • 17 My Life
  • 18 Throw Back
  • 19 Keepin It Gangsta (remix)
  • 20 Trade It All, Part 2