Who Cares Lyrics – Brezden
Singer: Brezden
Title: Who Cares
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’cause it’s too rare
Never waste yo’ breath and yo’
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’cause it’s too rare
Never waste yo’
Look
Never waste yo’ breath to yo’ time, ’cause it’s too rare
If you don’t reach the top then tell yo’ story, they like, “who care?”
’cause they ain’t trnya hear it from no regular guy
Pick your chin up, player, put your head to the sky
I’m tryna get rich, maybe makin’ seventy-five
Only fear of god, looked the devil dead in his еye
If it’s me against them, thеn i’m bettin’ a five
’cause i ain’t never heard of rap but that was better than i
Trick or treat, rappers sweet, go and check the disguise
Makin’ heat, b#tches sweet like i’m preppin’ the pies
I was terrified, i ain’t know my blessings disguised
Say he verified, but i check his check and he live, huh
Boy, you must’ve paid elon for it
High steppin’ to the bag, do my dion for it
Three times, drop heat, like i’m dion scorin’
b#tch, the way that i’ve been ballin’, think i’m beyond jordan
In new orleans, ballin’ like i’m b.i., baby
She can’t keep her hands off me, that’s a pi, baby
They was lookin’ at me crazy like a three-eyed baby
Smoke exotic like i’m joe, so i’m gi maybe
Camo cargos, gi joe
I’ve been feelin’ like a giant, b#tch, fee fi fo
b#tch, you gotta be intelligent to be my ho
If you sick and need some medicine, then read my quotes
Look
Never waste yo’ breath to yo’ time, ’cause it’s too rare
If you don’t reach the top then tell yo’ story, they like, “who care?”
’cause they ain’t trnya hear it from no regular guy
Pick your chin up, player, put your head to the sky
I’m tryna get rich, maybe makin’ seventy-five
Only fear of god, looked the devil dead in his eye
If it’s me against them, then i’m bettin’ a five
’cause i ain’t never heard of rap but that was better than i
Sweep the floor with these rappers, i don’t need brooms
Droppin’ rhymes like dimes, b#tch, i feel like doom
All blue, i’m the one, b#tch, i feel like moon
Make ’em put they hands up, damn, it feel like noon
Huh, yeah, that mean it feel like twelve
I was never in my class, ’cause it feel like jail
I told ’em i’m comin’ up, i’m like, “you got mail”
Tell the doctor i’m throwin’ up, he like, you not well
Huh, ’cause i’m too sick, i be on some cool sh#t
b#tch, i’m pushin’ p like a player with a toothpick
Talkin’ money, put that on the table like a pool stick
Ayo, i feel like the sumo on my b#llsh#t
Shit, my bad, meant to call him io
I’m ridin’, gettin’ high, yo
I’m with my guy, guy-o
If i’m on the road, you know i’m ridin’ with 〈ryo?〉
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