Indian Giver lyrics

Uh gimme that back b*tch
Imma need all that
I ain’t giving them nothing
One not nothing

Chours:
Whatevers in my cup tell em fill it up (pour it up)
I told her I don’t feel her now it’s killing her (she dead to me)
And I tried to give a damn about not giving a damn
And I’m stingy because I could never give a f*ck (I can’t)
Listen
All that sympathizing i ain’t into that (I ain’t into that)
b*tch I throw my city up, simalac (ew)
I just hope that your remember b*tch ima Indian giver
If I ever gave a f*ck well let me get it back (lemme get it back)

Verse 1:
Told that b*tch to go to rehab and kick rocks (Karate)
With my opponent likе I kickbox (whatah)
I’m choosy with my hoes when I pick em out (whеn I pick em out)
b*tches think I’m cute until I kick em out (beat it b*tch)
Tell that b*tch I love her and I know I’m lyin (I’m lyin)
I tell her I ain’t tryna hurt her when I know I’m trying (yes I am)
b*tch I get it poppin like it’s posetahbe (like it’s posetahbe)
Shut chyo f*ckin mouth don’t be approaching me (approaching me)
b*tch rolling with the dogs yeah I’m mobbin wit em (I’m rollin)
b*tches look at me and see a father figure (daddy)
Sexy chocolate n*gga with the dimples on em (I’m handsome)
I can give you game but it ain’t simple homie (it’s not)
If she give me that pus*y call the ambulance
b*tch lemme see them titties this a mammogram (titties)
Open up them legs and let me kill it baby(freaky)
Then I’m booking on you author and illustrator (yeah)

Chours:

Whatevers in my cup tell em fill it up (fill it up)
I told her I don’t feel her now it’s killin her (now that’s killin her)
And I tried to give a damn about not giving a damn
And I’m stingy because I could never give a f*ck (
Listen
Aye All that sympathizing i ain’t into that (I ain’t into that)
b*tch I throw my city up, simalac
I just hope that your remember b*tch ima Indian giver
If I ever gave a f*ck well let me get it back

Verse 2:

n*ggas who don’t like you wanna mug at you (wanna mug at you)
They throw so much salt I got high blood pressure (run it up)
Rude loud n*gga with no chill button (Jesus)
You not a coffee cup why you still muggin
Ion wanna be friends if I can’t fake it witcha (I can)
I flash up with my cheese like I’m taking pictures (cheese)
I asked a hoe who you being sneaky with (huh b*tch)
They think I’m a pervert how I’m peepin sh*t (I’m peeping)
I been on the road like a pair of dice (shake it up)
If they got pus*y in heaven that’s a paradise (right)
I don’t care why you came or who you coming with (coming with)
Truthfully I don’t see nothing funny b*tch (I don’t)
Let me X-ray that coochie imma cat scanner (I’m a cat scanner)
A lot of b*tches tell me I got bad manners( I got bad manners)
I just forgive em and assume that they don’t know no better (no)
b*tch hold your f*cking horses, polo sweater (rollin)


Chours:

Whatevers in my cup tell em fill it up
I told her I don’t feel her now it’s killing her
And I tried to give a damn about not giving a damn
And I’m stingy because I could never give a f*ck
Listen
All that sympathizing i ain’t into that (I ain’t into that)
b*tch I throw my city up, simalac (ew)
I just hope that your remember b*tch ima Indian giver
If I ever gave a f*ck well let me get it back