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 likе I kickbox (whatah)
I’m choosy with my hoes when I pick em out (whеn 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