feelings
Chinx Lyrics
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(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?)
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?
The song "Feelings" by Chinx Drugz Ft. French Montana is a defiant and boastful rap that dismisses the emotions and concerns of others. The repeated refrain of "Give a fuck about yo feelings" indicates the rapper's disregard for other people's feelings and emotions. The lyrics suggest that the rapper has experienced a lot of hardship and struggle, which has made him tough and unsympathetic to others' concerns. The reference to armed and dangerous behavior and run-ins with law enforcement also indicates a life of violence and criminality. Throughout the song, the rapper asserts his power and control, insisting that he will not be held back by anyone or anything.
Line by Line Meaning
Give a fuck about yo feelings
I don't care about your emotions
Give a fuck about yo feelings
I don't care about your emotions
Give a fuck about yo feelings
I don't care about your emotions
Give a fuck about yo feelings
I don't care about your emotions
Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?)
Nobody cares, why should I?
Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?)
Nobody cares, why should I?
Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?)
Nobody cares, why should I?
Give a fuck about yo feelings
I don't care about your emotions
Who gives a fuck?
Nobody cares, why should I?
All of them niggas complaining
All those men are moaning about something
Tell from the second I came in
I knew what was happening as soon as I arrived
I done been through mo shit
I've been through more than most
Po shit to the top, now I'm faded
I started poor and now I'm successful but high all the time
I don't give a fuck where a nigga been
I don't care about a man's past
Where a nigga going or what kind of shit he been through
I don't care about a man's future or what he's been through
Watch niggas ball, shit I couldn't score
I couldn't achieve what those men achieved
I decided I bought a Benz too now a nigga fly by,
I bought myself a fancy car to show off
Fly jumping out the drive rock
I'm getting out of my car and showing off my wealth
Haters see me when I hop out (what?)
People who don't like me notice when I arrive
When a nigga did his state bid
When I served time in jail
Was the only time I copped out
It was the only time I gave up
(I'm askin' God questions, what we fighting for?)
I'm questioning the purpose of our struggles to God
(A nigga lost his name, what you crying for?)
Why are you upset over something as insignificant as losing your reputation?
Rock bottom, not going up
I hit the lowest point and can't go any further down
Fuck slowing up, I'm drinking
I won't take it slow, I'll continue to party and drink
3 hoes, all 4 of us, I'm thinking
There are three women with me, including myself
Know some niggas at the bottom and they still in it
I know some men who have no hope of getting out of their situation
Ask yo self, nigga really?
Question yourself, is it really worth it?
Armed and dangerous, rolled up laced with the angel dust
I carry weapons and drugs
Murder one homicide when it came to us
We have committed murder
We came with the bail when it came with cuffs
We had money to bail ourselves out of jail
Fame and drugs, it don't mix, like oil in the water
Fame and drugs don't go well together
Feds on my door, I'm boiling the water
The police are at my door, but I'm destroying evidence
Need those chips, Michael in the fourth quarter
I need the money, like Michael Jordan needing to make a game-winning shot in the fourth quarter
When you getting money fast life's getting shorter
When you're making money quickly, time seems to pass by faster
Nigga hit yo head then nigga go and mop 'em
If someone disrespect you, hit them then they'll respect you
Nigga play Batman then you gon' rob 'em
If you act like a hero, you'll be taken advantage of
Looking at my rap sheet, nigga won't argue
If you see my criminal record, you won't challenge me
Niggas talk a rap beat, nigga no problem
People talk a lot of smack, but it doesn't bother me
Coming through my head, just my dogs with me
I only have my closest friends in my head and with me
Pussy and the bread, keep 'em calling me
Women and money make me irresistible
Money in the bag, nigga calling me
They're calling for me because I have the money
But you pussy ass crackers don't follow me
White people who are afraid won't follow me
Now I'm talkin' bout 500 dirty what my day like
Now I'm talking about $500, my daily routine
Them young niggas hit you in the daylight
Young guys will attack you in broad daylight
Young nigga totin' that nina
A young man carrying a gun
Niggas turn on you, didn't pay right
People will betray you if you don't pay them enough
Hundred thou' link with a cross in the middle
A $100,000 necklace with a cross in the center
Playing both sides with a cross in the middle
Acting as a double agent with a cross on my jewelry
R.I.P. with a cross in the middle, but really
Rest in peace, but in reality
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Karim Kharbouch, Lionel Pickens
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