Opinion

Your opinion don't mean none 'cause we don't care
Bitch, you'd better run, know you dumb, take it elsewhere
We don't give a fuck, wish you luck with your judgment
Caring ain't a job or we'd all be redundant

That's why your opinion don't mean none, what?
I said it don't mean nada, why?
'Cause I did not ask, no, 'cause I'm not bothered
I don't give a fuck, no, if you don't think that I am lit
No, I know myself, yeah, man, I guess that, hmm
You should really think about retirement
My phones only got, what like two percent?
Even if I don't see the messages
I know that you're still leavin' hate comments
That maybe you should sing like this
Act like them, don't say that
Now, maybe you should dress like her
No shade, but who is that?

Your opinion don't mean none 'cause we don't care
Bitch, you'd better run, know you dumb, take it elsewhere
We don't give a fuck, wish you luck with your judgment
Caring ain't a job or we'd all be redundant

I was never taught that was shameless
Never did them, that was basic
Other bitches chasing status and I learnt that's what this game is
Everybody wanna clap back with a backchat and I'm a back that
Never backtrack, just stun it
I can never ask for favors from these fake bitches
Who just go chit chat on the playground
Then chat shit to their fake crowd
Just jelly belly 'but how I'm taking it
They strugglin' with their own sound
Better make some adjustments, 'cause I can't deal with their judgment
Just step on smellies in Lelli Kellys
Man, haters really be pungent, what?

Your opinion don't mean none 'cause we don't care
Bitch, you'd better run, know you dumb, take it elsewhere
We don't give a fuck, wish you luck with your judgment
Caring ain't a job or we'd all be redundant

Your opinion don't mean none 'cause we don't care
Bitch, you'd better run, know you dumb, take it elsewhere
We don't give a fuck, wish you luck with your judgment
Caring ain't a job or we'd all be redundant

We don't really care
Doko ka ni itte
We don't really care
Doko ka ni itte

I heard you made a judgment, chuck it in the bin
Woo, don't like how I look, well, I wasn't looking
I heard you made a judgment, pour it down the sink
You ain't even met me, you don't know a thing

Your opinion don't mean none 'cause we don't care
Bitch, you'd better run, know you dumb, take it elsewhere
We don't give a fuck, wish you luck with your judgment
Caring ain't a job, or we'd all be redundant

Give me your lunch money, bitch!



Credits
Writer(s): Santi White, John Graham Hill, Naeem Juwan Hanks, Willow Katherine Kayne, Pier Danio Forni
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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