Feelings (remix) Lyrics - Chinx Drugz

(Give a fuck about yo feelings) 

(Give a fuck about yo feelings) 

(Give a fuck about yo feelings) 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?) 

Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?) 

Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?) 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Who gives a fuck? 

All of them niggas complaining 

Tell from the second I came in 

I done been through mo shit 

Po shit to the top, now I'm faded 

I don't give a fuck where a nigga been 

Where a nigga going or what kind of shit he been through 

Watch niggas ball, shit I couldn't score 

I decided I bought a Benz too now a nigga fly by, 

Fly jumping out the drive rock 

Haters see me when I hop out (what?) 

When a nigga did his state bid 

Was the only time I copped out 

(I'm askin' God questions, what we fighting for?) 

(A nigga lost his name, what you crying for?) 

Rock bottom, not going up 

Fuck slowing up, I'm drinking 

3 hoes, all 4 of us, I'm thinking 

Know some niggas at the bottom and they still in it 

Ask yo self, nigga really? 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?) 

Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?) 

Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?) 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Who gives a fuck? 

Armed and dangerous, rolled up laced with the angel dust 

Murder one homicide when it came to us 

We came with the bail when it came with cuffs 

Fame and drugs, it don't mix, like oil in the water 

Feds on my door, I'm boiling the water 

Need those chips, Michael in the fourth quarter 

When you getting money fast life's getting shorter 

Nigga hit yo head then nigga go and mop 'em 

Nigga play Batman then you gon' rob 'em 

Looking at my rap sheet, nigga won't argue 

Niggas talk a rap beat, nigga no problem 

Coming through my head, just my dogs with me 

Pussy and the bread, keep 'em calling me 

Money in the bag, nigga calling me 

But you pussy ass crackers don't follow me 

Now I'm talkin' bout 500 dirty what my day like 

Them young niggas hit you in the daylight 

Young nigga totin' that nina 

Niggas turn on you, didn't pay right 

Hundred thou' link with a cross in the middle 

Playing both sides with a cross in the middle 

R.I.P. with a cross in the middle, but really 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?) 

Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?) 

Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?) 

Give a fuck about yo feelings 

Who gives a fuck?