Akeem Ali
Indian Giver
Uh gimme that back b*t*h
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 f**k (I can’t)
Listen
All that sympathizing i ain’t into that (I ain’t into that)
B*t*h I throw my city up, simalac (ew)
I just hope that your remember b*t*h ima Indian giver
If I ever gave a f**k well let me get it back (lemme get it back)

Verse 1:
Told that b*t*h 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)
B*t*hes think I’m cute until I kick em out (beat it b*t*h)
Tell that b*t*h 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)
B*t*h I get it poppin like it’s posetahbe (like it’s posetahbe)
Shut chyo f**kin mouth don’t be approaching me (approaching me)
B*t*h rolling with the dogs yeah I’m mobbin wit em (I’m rollin)
B*t*hes look at me and see a father figure (daddy)
Sexy chocolate N***a 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 pu**y call the ambulance
B*t*h lemme see them t**ties this a mammogram (t**ties)
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 f**k (
Listen
Aye All that sympathizing i ain’t into that (I ain’t into that)
B*t*h I throw my city up, simalac
I just hope that your remember b*t*h ima Indian giver
If I ever gave a f**k well let me get it back

Verse 2:

N***as 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 n***a with no chill b***on (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 b*t*h)
They think I’m a pervert how I’m peepin sh*t (I’m peeping)
I been on the road like a pair of dice (shake it up)
If they got pu**y 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 b*t*h (I don’t)
Let me X-ray that coochie imma cat scanner (I’m a cat scanner)
A lot of b*t*hes tell me I got bad manners( I got bad manners)
I just forgive em and a**ume that they don’t know no better (no)
B*t*h hold your f**king 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 f**k
Listen
All that sympathizing i ain’t into that (I ain’t into that)
B*t*h I throw my city up, simalac (ew)
I just hope that your remember b*t*h ima Indian giver
If I ever gave a f**k well let me get it back