No b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
Young Curt! Ay!
Ay, baybee (Ay, baby)
n*gga, ay, baby
Who made this beat, n*gga? (Young Curt)
Euggh! And it go silly, manilly!
You already know what it is (Don't give a f*ck about no b*tch)
M.O.B. (Uh, uh)
I am Young Curt (Uh, uh)
On da mob! (Okay, Uh) *Gunshot*

[Verse 1: Young Curt]
I needs no b*tch (Cause all they good for)
Is suckin that di*k something quick
And everybody know I'm the sh*t
I be on like hey no, I'm on like sh*t
Matter fact, I'm on your b*tch
I put her on the track and then she made me rich
She was aight n*gga, I have no job
But I put it on the mob!"
I met me a b*tch, she suck me up in any type of weather
Her name was Heather, a b*tch with cheddar is what I need
Some remy, some ass, some titties and weed, is what I get
The game I spit when I open my lips
I pop at your b*tch and she hop on my di*k
And she be like "Let's f*ck"
And I be like "b*tch, as long as I can bust nuts" (Fayst!)
[Chorus]
We don't give a f*ck about no b*tch
We don't give a f*ck about no b*tch
We don't give a f*ck about no b*tch
And if I was you, I wouldn't kiss her on the lips
We don't give a f*ck about a b*tch (No b*tch)
We don't give a f*ck about a b*tch (No b*tch)
We don't give a f*ck about a b*tch (I don't really care bout that, yeah)
But if I was you, I wouldn't kiss her on the lips (Fayst!)

[Verse 2]
One hoe, two hoe
They all on my balls, they all on my balls
b*tch get dropped like a metro call
b*tch get dropped like a metro call
Bruh, I don't give a f*ck about a b*tch
Bruh, she can come suck up on this di*k sum quick
And Curt, I be on yo b*tch
And when I'm on yo b*tch, it's a wrap for her lips
Bruh, catch me in the whip doing a hunnid all on yo b*tch
Bruh, it's really nothing, I'm yelling down the block
Giving b*tches the c*ck and I don't give a f*ck
Cause I'm harder than a rock and I do it nonstop
b*tch I rep my block and I go 18
I'm hyphy, you not, like bruh, you already know though
Young Curt never gave a f*ck about a hoe though (Fayst!)
[Chorus]
We don't give a f*ck about no b*tch
We don't give a f*ck about no b*tch (No)
We don't give a f*ck about no b*tch (No)
And if I was you, I wouldn't kiss her on the lips (Ugh)
We don't give a f*ck about a b*tch (No b*tch)
We don't give a f*ck about a b*tch (No b*tch)
We don't give a f*ck about a b*tch
And if I was you, I wouldn't kiss her on the lips (Fayst!)

[Verse 3: Young Dee]
Young dee! (Young dee)
I needs no b*tch either
Spit game at a hoe and have her froze like a freezer (Yeah)
I pipe her like peter, but I don't really need her
Make mills on the streets, but never will I feed her
Never cheesed then I leave her (Never)
Cause this is how the game goes
Change my b*tches on the daily like I change clothes
Robbin for her pesos, hop up in the Range Rove
It's me and Young Curt on the block, like Legos
Listen to what I say though, these are my intentions
To break a b*tch down like long division
If she fits my description, then she can come with me
Like Timmy Turner, all I need is a Trixie
I leave her pockets empty like a car with no gas
And you gets no pass if you ain't got no ass
I just wanna bust, f*ck sexual healing
Cause b*tch, I don't give a f*ck about ya feelings (Fayst!)
[Chorus]
We don't give a f*ck about no b*tch
We don't give a f*ck about no b*tch
We don't give a f*ck about no b*tch
And if I was you, I wouldn't kiss her on the lips
We don't give a f*ck about a b*tch (No b*tch)
We don't give a f*ck about a b*tch (No b*tch)
We don't give a f*ck about a b*tch (I don't really care bout that, yeah)
And if I was you, I wouldn't kiss her on the lips (Fayst!)

[Outro]
Hoes, hoes they come and go (Hoes, hoes they come and go)
Hoes, they come and go (Hoes, they come and go)
Hoes, They come and go
Hoes, They come and go
Hoes, hoes, hoes They come and go
Hoes (They come and go)
Yo' b*tch is a hoe (She's a hoe)
With di*k in her throat (Throat)
Strippin on that pole (Ride it like a pro)
b*tch get it hella low (Yeaah!)
b*tch get it hella low! (Touch the floor)
b*tch get it hella low! (Yeah)
'Cause we don't need no b*tch! (No b*tch)