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Yo This that 'I don't give a single fuck' Tell me that my singles suck Watch me count these dollars Stack my chips up like a Pringles' cup I don't have to say a word I'll be back, I need a month I just went to Greece, I put that chicken in that pita blunt That's just how I wrap my food Rap, somebody had to lose I've been in my bag like I just got to classroom back in school My life is a trip and there ain't nothing that I have to do Always kept it real 'cause if I'm acting then I act a fool Woah, who the fuck is you niggas? Ya'll new niggas Don't dap me up, I ain't cool with ya Know a couple people who went to school with ya You a square homie, seen your school picture My songs got nothing to do with ya I'm through with ya, what you do is dodo nigga, you poop nigga That's some funny shit, punch you in your upper lip Dump you if you run up, who the fuck you think you fucking with? Women call me handsome but just know it could get ugly quick Fuck with me then ya'll retreat, it's nothing that you wanna get Where you from? Where you from? Where you from? Where you from? SongtexteWhere you from? I'm from the Wish-a-nigga-woods, homie! Where you from? Where you from? Where you from? Where you from? Where you from? I'm from the Wish-a-nigga-woods, homie! Yo It's that 'I don't give a single shit' Hatin' on me? Eat a dick Watch me get this money, scoop this cheese like a Tostitos chip I've been getting high, when I go by then you should read a blimp Stop at the Hibachi, get the lobster and I leave the shrimp Been a pimp, I'm dressed in pink Down the bottle, left the drink Cookin' crack like it's a trap I used to make dope out of sink Studio on tiled floor That Reaver was my recipe They miss with me, they rest in peace You might as well just let me be Wait, who the fuck ya'll lame niggas? All the same niggas, for the fame niggas Can't hang with ya Know people used to play in a gang with ya Not a fan, I don't play games with 'em You a little guy, I can't bang with ya You be talkin' loud, tryin' to shine on 'em Leave the club and someone took a chain from ya Yo, that's some funny shit I be getting money quick I don't check my bank account I know that it's coming in Take my girl on private jets Mile high, she's loving it Don't come near my family 'Cause I make her cum, then come again Where you from? Where you from? Where you from? Where you from? Where you from? I'm from the Wish-a-nigga-woods, homie! Where you from? Where you from? Where you from? Where you from? Where you from? I'm from the Wish-a-nigga-woods, homie! Aus Songtexte Mania