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Don't Ask Me

Album: F.T.F.O.M.F.

Year: 2017

Lyrics:

[Intro]
You see, man? Mother fuckers always got questions and comments about me, about me! So don't even let me tell you what I think about your bitch ass

[Verse 1]
Richie boys, fuck boys, flappin' lips, no noise
Hatchet boys, chrome toys, takin' sips and end that noise
I'm the type of mother fucker strip you out them skinny jeans
Stomp you with my Cortezes, piss on you and leave the scene
They sayin' that I'm better, not a scrub like that cheddar
Take a bat to your ding-a-ling and dome - that's a double header
You best knock the fuck with the clown if you's a punk
Your good luck, it suck, end up tied up in my trunk
Silent boy, shook boy, taped up mouth, no noise
Sticker boy, shark toy, carve 'em up and end that noise
People askin' questions though, I know nothing, know what I mean?
Never foldin' under pressure, try and crack me but I'm clean
Receivin' mad letters, when I read 'em I get redder
Sayin' we ain't shit, now used to be, forgot we neck cutters
'Cause that's where the buck stop dead in its tracks, kaplunk
You sunk, any more questions'll get you fucked up

[Chorus]
Don't ask me what I think of you
Hurt feelings, broken bones, healings, we's peeling through the loose screws
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
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[Verse 2]
Givin' fucks, lotta fucks, carin' much, nuh uh
Heartless fucks, straight crooks, kidney punch, oh yeah
I'll play it on your profile and grab your bitch ass by the throat
Squeeze it 'til my hands are hurt and leave 'em with your shoes and coat
Them shit's fit perfect, but a scrub need that cash flow
Used to run with the crooked crooks, now it's ICP, though
Jibber jabber, better known as mouth diarrhea
Zip that shit fast, or I might have to come and see ya
Scary fuck, chief fuck, tryin' to be down, nuh uh
I'm smart as fuck, what up? Lay your money down, oh yeah
Scoop it up and lay you flat, leave you where you at, broke
Hate to take your money card, fiending for them pills and coke
This fool gon' need a [?], I'ma have to lay one on his chin
In his bushes at his house, cracked out, seems I can't win
You lookin' up to me? 'Cause all I see you as is blood splatter
I'm still a G, let me be, no questions, it don't matter

[Chorus]
Don't ask me what I think of you
Hurt feelings, broken bones, healings, we's peeling through the loose screws
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

[Verse 3]
Never ask me about me, that's my business, that's my privacy
Never ask me 'bout you, still my business, my own thoughts too
My thoughts are big and vast like the sea, soon you'll see
You'll get your wig blew, we ain't no partners, and you in my boot
But you gotta press and keep on pressin' me about it
Back off, tread light before I scream "Fuck off!"
You ain't tryin' to chill, what's next, 'bout to back up and shout it
I think of you as free money or I'll merk you, step the fuck off, ha!
[Chorus]
Don't ask me what I think of you
Hurt feelings, broken bones, healings, we's peeling through the loose screws
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not get the answer that you want me to (Ha!)
Don't ask me what I think of you
Hurt feelings, broken bones, healings, we's peeling [?] bruised
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not get the answer that you want me to (Ha!)
Don't ask me what I think of you
Hurt feelings, broken bones, healings, we's peeling [?] bruised
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to (Ha!)

[Outro]
"[?] can fuck off"

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