Letras
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Oh my, tell me who are you to go and try to judge?
You must not have known that I don't give a fuck
You can lick my dick and you can suck my nuts
But I'm still Mr. I don't really give a fuck
Sticks and stones can break my bones but words ain't never gon' hurt me
Sticks and stones can break my bones but words ain't never gon' hurt me
Saw your bitch workin' at McDonald's and I started flirting
Sticks and stones can break my bones but words ain't never gon' hurt me
Oh, Robert ain't this
And Robert ain't that
And Robert don't care
And that shit really gets me mad
Robert talk smackin'
Robert make kissin'
Every time he drop
I swear that Robert don't miss
But why do I feel the need to judge him?
I claim to hate but secretly love him
Or maybe it's because
I'm just psycho in the brain
And hate the way he never changed
And wish I could go through the same
But I love dark humor and hearing all the rumors
And watching my fans eatin' all up while they all consume 'em
While I lyrically pollute 'em and shoot 'em down
When I move 'em with a bunch of nonsense that I put on this page to boot 'em
And I'm old as fuck with a big ass nose
And I say racial slurs when I'm with my bros
You can call me what you want, I'm a studio gangster
But your bitch ain't a gang and I'm still gonna bang her
Tell me who are you to go and try to judge?
You must not have known that I don't give a fuck
You can lick my dick and you can suck my nuts
But I'm still Mr. I don't really give a fuck
You can continue to order off this menu
While I'm in the back cooking up whatever the fuck I think offends you
Oh no, have you seen Robert on his line?
He should hold back what he says half of the time
I appreciate the input but this is what I put in
A bar that's gonna push all of y'all motherfuckin' buttons
If you don't like what I say or the vibe I give