Akeem Ali – Indian Giver
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Indian Giver

Uh gimme that back bitch
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 fuck [I can’t
Listen
All that sympathizing i ain’t into that [I ain’t into that
Bitch I throw my city up, simalac [ew
I just hope that your remember bitch ima Indian giver
If I ever gave a fuck well let me get it back [lemme get it back]

Verse 1:
Told that bitch to go to rehab and kick rocks [Karate
With my opponent like I kickbox [whatah
I’m choosy with my hoes when I pick em out [when I pick em out
Bitches think I’m cute until I kick em out [beat it bitch
Tell that bitch 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
Bitch I get it poppin like it’s posetahbe [like it’s posetahbe
Shut chyo fuckin mouth don’t be approaching me [approaching me
Bitch rolling with the dogs yeah I’m mobbin wit em [I’m rollin
Bitches look at me and see a father figure [daddy
Sexy chocolate Nigga 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 pussy call the ambulance
Bitch 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 fuck [
Listen
Aye All that sympathizing i ain’t into that [I ain’t into that
Bitch I throw my city up, simalac
I just hope that your remember bitch ima Indian giver
If I ever gave a fuck well let me get it back

Verse 2:

Niggas 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 nigga 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 bitch
They think I’m a pervert how I’m peepin shit [I’m peeping
I been on the road like a pair of dice [shake it up
If they got pussy 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 bitch [I don’t
Let me X-ray that coochie imma cat scanner [I’m a cat scanner
A lot of bitches tell me I got bad manners[ I got bad manners
I just forgive em and assume that they don’t know no better [no
Bitch hold your fucking 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 fuck
Listen
All that sympathizing i ain’t into that [I ain’t into that
Bitch I throw my city up, simalac [ew
I just hope that your remember bitch ima Indian giver
If I ever gave a fuck well let me get it back

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