Careless

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, gold crown, top down as I cruise with a bad ho
 Yeah, I-9, from Chicago
 I got the weed and the pussy, but the money on my mind though
 I got a line on the flat pack
 A hundred thangs on the scale, motherfucker, can you buy that?
 She pop the pussy and rewind that
 And suck a dick as I get twisted and listen to Do or Die rap
 Freddie Kane, young Corleone
 I been off the band wit' the bowls of the strong
 Nigga gettin' paid from the shit that I record
 Here, My Lord, wit' the pack when a nigga came home
 Told my nigga we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it's all the same
 Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a game
 Real nigga 'bout to cash out
 I need my rims on my cars when I pull them bitches off the lot
 Fuck the top, cop the drop
 And these hoes be on my jock, for my Icona watch
 Cops out watchin', but this pimpin' never stop
 Ta-da-da, what you totin'?
 And this paper turn 'em out
 What she know? Ain't no doubt
 Thank God I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 Thank God I got a...
 And I don't mean to be so careless, baby, eh
 One thing on my mind, it's the way I came up
 So don't catch no feelings
 Girl, you playin' wit' the motherfuckin' realest
 I'm a tell you that one more time
 I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot
 Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 Thank God I got a...
 Yeah, gold crown, top down as I cruise with a bad ho
 Yeah, I-5, on the West Coast
 And I done been around the world
 But in Cali, they roll the best dope
 Bitches and palm trees, I'm on when I came here
 'Hood was up north, I pushed to the yay then
 Shout-out my niggas, I got a ton when the weight in
 Feed my thugs, I'm pullin' dubs in the state pen
 Fuckin' with Frederico Soprano
 Niggas actin' monkey, my clip, I got a banana
 Rollin' with guerillas, these niggas don't want no banter
 I just might go flippin', go back and forth with them hammers
 Nigga, we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it's all the same
 Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a game
 Full clip on the K thing
 I got a shotty in the motherfuckin' trunk, nigga, don't get popped
 Fuck the cops, bodies drop
 And these feds be on my block, roundabout, stop and watch
 But this thuggin' never stop
 Get that rock, what you thought?
 And these haters talk a lot, ain't gon' pop a hundred shots
 Thank God I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 And you know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 Thank God I got a...
 And I don't mean to be so careless, baby, eh
 One thing on my mind, it's the way I came up
 So don't catch no feelings
 Girl, you playin' wit' the motherfuckin' realest
 I'm a tell you that one more time
 I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
 Thank God I got a...

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Duration
03:46
Key
11
Tempo
124 BPM

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