I don't give a damn, I have other cards up my sleeve
People look at me sideways, waiting for me to make a mistake
But no, I won't lick anything to make new friends
Tonight, I'm cutting nothing, there's already too much shit in the Coke
It's adorable, as soon as I open an eye, there's the latecomer saying "hello"
These 'cups' dare to believe that I'm crazy because I don't rap like a Zulu
Ok, I run fast, these zombies are ready for anything
They court for four bucks, make love under rapta
Believe that making a difference is making money
Making money, making shit but making money
Only God can judge them, yeah, the trial will be hardcore to negotiate
(I have files) I'm more likely to suffer for my wrongs rather
Than wipe the other's ass and claim the snotty forfeit
Me, I don't give a damn, I have other cards up my sleeve
We spend our lives chased by the people
Poppers in the pipe, and then you forget that the dice are loaded
Chill, at the grocery store, the cashier spies on me, thinks I'm full of peanuts

But, I don't give a damn, I have other cards up my sleeve
She tells me: "It's lame, your proverb doesn't mean anything, darling"
I tell her: "That's right, it's like your love for money"
She tells me: "V.A., I need to pamper myself and get my boobs done again"

But, I don't give a damn, I have other cards up my sleeve
She tells me: "It's lame, your proverb doesn't mean anything, darling"
I tell her: "That's right, it's like your love for money"
She tells me: "V.A., I need to pamper myself and get my boobs done again"

Yeah, I don't give a damn, I have other cards just in case someone starts me
Around, there are funny ladies and other funny stuff
So what's the point of praying to Our Lady? My heart, I've patched up
I'll never be the good guy from before but
My faith, I don't give a damn, I have other cards in search
G.A.V. atmosphere when I arrive for an interview
They tell me: "It's common for a 'loser' to play the thug"
I say: "It's common for a journalist to drown in his guts"
Be careful, I'm aware when I consume that I'm consolidating my cancer
I'll be concise for the advice, I consider myself as a cockroach
I break my neck for cheap, as long as I can
I say: "Let it be, I'll do it without any credit"
Yeah, I don't give a damn, I have other cards up my sleeve
I have imagination, the others have fat tulle
Sullyvan, he's a healthy mind in a "Drug" sweater
(Sullyvan, he's a healthy mind in a "Drug" sweater)

But, I don't give a damn, I have other cards up my sleeve
She tells me: "It's lame, your proverb doesn't mean anything, darling"
I tell her: "That's right, it's like your love for money"
She tells me: "V.A., I need to pamper myself and get my boobs done again"

But, I don't give a damn, I have other cards up my sleeve
She tells me: "It's lame, your proverb doesn't mean anything, darling"
I tell her: "That's right, it's like your love for money"
She tells me: "V.A., I need to pamper myself and get my boobs done again"

Come on, I'm moving from here, I'm gallant
Not to set fire, I moonwalk mechanically
All these puppets make shitty Pop
Even worse, they rap like toilet brushes
I tell you: "It bothers me enough, brother, we should slash their aorta"
That's when the bouncer gets active, prevents me from ti-sor before
The intermission, so I shoot, this bastard pisses blood
I mount my motorcycle nicknamed "The Triceratops"
Behind, the cops shout: "But, above all, aim for the temple!"
At the end of a street corner, I lost them
It's only at this moment that I burst
The seum is in me, that, the tramp saw it well
He welcomes me
On his cardboard bed, I'm sleepy
But I trace, we all know that if I fall asleep, he will whistle me money
So I operate in scred, dodge his lamentations
I move like a passerby who would have seen nothing, the atmosphere is chilling
"Hi!" says Samantha, "For forty bucks, I eat it!"
Whether it's the shit rap, the tramp or the hookers, they all want my cash

But, I don't give a damn, I have other cards up my sleeve
She tells me: "It's lame, your proverb doesn't mean anything, darling"
I tell her: "That's right, it's like your love for money"
She tells me: "V.A., I need to pamper myself and get my boobs done again"

But, I don't give a damn, I have other cards up my sleeve
She tells me: "It's lame, your proverb doesn't mean anything, darling"
I tell her: "That's right, it's like your love for money"
She tells me: "V.A., I need to pamper myself and get my boobs done again"

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