Tommy Lee Sparta - She Don't Care EXPLICIT
We go tun up the vibes in hell
We go tun up the vibes in hell
[Verse 1]
Kick back, get a spliff wrap
Pose 'pon the gram
Just get a DM say fi link up
Thick thing from Norbrook, send her address 'pon the WhatAapp
So me drive out
Range park up, tint dark up
AC buck and the music loud, no fuck
She start up, legs high, so me start fuck
And the vice start shake
[Chorus]
It a go dung inna belly, it a rub 'gainst your jaw
Mhmm mmm mmm mmm
When me done me buy her KFC, and any likkle thing she waan
Mhmm mmm mmm mmm
She don't care, she a fuck with the star
She don't care, she fucking with the stars
She don't care, she a fuck with the star
She living fast, 'cause she bad no rass, no
She don't care, she a fuck with the star
She don't care, she fucking with the star, no
She don't care, she fuck with the star
She living fast, bad no bomboclaat
[Verse 2]
She go tun up the vibes in here
Me nah fi book nowhere
Take off your skirt and your underwear
(Yeah, that a the pree now)
Cock up, over yah so mek me show you sup'm
Sidung, over yah so mek me show you sup'm
Tun 'round, mek me dig fi the gold inna you
You qualify, gyal, you know wha' fi do
[Chorus]
It a go dung inna belly, it a rub 'gainst your jaw
Mhmm mmm mmm mmm
When me done me buy her KFC, and any likkle thing she waan
Mhmm mmm mmm mmm
She don't care, she a fuck with the star
She don't care, she fucking with the stars
She don't care, she a fuck with the star
She living fast, 'cause she bad no rass, no
She don't care, she a fuck with the star
She don't care, she fucking with the star, no
She don't care, she fuck with the star
She living fast, bad no bomboclaat
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